Hell no," Jim said when they were alone in the suite. "Absolutely no. No fucking way, no. There have got to be a billion different ways to say no, an… - James S. A. Corey

I feel stupid," she said. "I really thought we were a scientific mission.
Aren't we?
She pointed one thumb toward the monitor. "That's not science. 'Light shit on fire and see what happens' isn't science. This is throwing dynamite into a pond to see if any fish float to the top.
So…natural philosophy?
Military bullshit. Solving every problem by trying to blow it up.

Explain.
Short version," Ochida said, "light went faster.
Admiral Milan scratched his neck. "Did the word explain change meanings and no one told me?

Space is too fucking big. It's the same old story.
He'd guessed right. She just wanted to talk, so he let her. "What story?"
"Empire. Every empire grows until its reach exceeds its grasp. We started out fighting over who got the best branches in one tree. Then we climb down and fight over a few kilometers' worth of trees. Then someone starts riding horses, and you get empires of hundreds or thousands of kilometers. Ships open up empire expansion across the oceans. The Epstein drive gave us the outer planets..."
She trailed off and tapped out something on the comm panel. She didn't volunteer who she was sending messages to, and Holden didn't ask. When she was done, she said, "But the story is always the same. No matter how good your technology is, at some point you'll conquer territory that you can't hold on to."
"You're talking about the outer planets?"
"Not specifically," she said, her voice growing soft and thoughtful. "I'm talking about the entire fucking concept of empire. The Brits couldn't hold on to India or North America because why should people listen to a king who's six thousand kilometers away?