You are a special flower. Well, sure. Just not used to anybody appreciating it. - James S. A. Corey

Computers, it seemed, could be programmed to do almost anything but sense when someone was up to no good.

The woman herself looked down at hem from where she was etched in stone. It was probably just his imagination, but she seemed amused. Like now that she was dead and not actually responsible for fixing any of the vast and secret shit show that was human history, she finally got the joke.

What had been logical became dumb, and all it took was changing the context.