"And what is your current complaint?" <i>I don't like Barrayar, I want to go home, my father-in-law wants to murder my baby, half my friends are run… - Lois McMaster Bujold

Miles, when he was contemplating this technology for my future grandchildren, wanted to start twelve at once and do them all in one efficient batch. Like growing his own platoon, I gather. I offered to take turns with Ekaterin holding his head under water till he had a better idea, but as it turned out, she didn't need my help. Wonderful girl, my daughter-in-law. I still don't know what he did to deserve her.

He had his idea-fixee now, and its ramifications and his rage were an effective block against incoming data.

Very good. But your most insidious chronic problem is in the area of . . . how shall I put this precisely . . . subordination. You argue too much.” “No, I don’t,” Miles began indignantly, then shut his mouth.