This was a new variation, but that was all. She wanted to believe that, and like anything she fund herself wanting to be true, she forced herself to … - James S. A. Corey

Humanity was so flawed. Not just her, but everyone. Half the population was below average intelligence. Half below average dedication. Average adherence to duty. The cruel law of statistics. It was astounding that as a race they’d managed as much as they had.

Your Dad's going to be different. But if anything about him is what it used to be? That part'll be how he felt about you.
That's sweet," Teresa said. "And complete bullshit.
You don't know. Until you have a kid, you won't. I will plant my flag on that one. The love of a parent for their kid is the last thing to go.

The mirror plummeting toward the surface of Ganymede—toward his greenhouse, his soybeans, his life’s work—hadn’t chosen anything. It was a victim of cause and effect, the same as everything else.