It seemed like the kind of asserted reality—the willful decision to believe that people would act the way you preferred that they would—that posed a … - James S. A. Corey

Bobbie felt the pressure of time slipping away like she was watching a door close, with her on the wrong side of it.

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.

Her shoulders were tight. She felt like they were in the moment between throwing dice and seeing what numbers had come up. The gambler’s high. She didn’t like how much she liked it.