“I’m not a traitor,” Bobbie said to her reflection in the mirror. Mirror Bobbie looked unconvinced. - James S. A. Corey

The dysfunctions and idiosyncrasies of childhood became the self-evident norms of adulthood.

“We regret the necessity of this action,” she said to everyone everywhere. “But in the cause of freedom, there can be no compromise.” That’s what it’s come to, Miller thought, rubbing a hand across his chin. Pogroms after all. Cut off just a hundred more heads, just a thousand more heads, just ten thousand more heads, and then we’ll be free.

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