"Women," Kevin grunted. "I dunno what it is with women. They’re just not rational. They’re creepy little Mata Hari sexpots carrying poison gas bombs.... Or maybe they’re like Dr. Penninger down the hall, the Rigid Ice-Queen of Eternal Light and Truth.... I just can’t understand what it takes to please that woman! I mean, system-crackers like me, we have everything in common with scientists. It’s all about hidden knowledge, and how you find it, and who gets to know it, and who gets the rep for finding out. That’s all there is to science. I loved working for her, I thought she was really getting it . I bent absolutely double for that woman, I did anything she ever asked me—I did favors for her that she never even knew she got. I looked up to her, dammit! And what do I get for all my loyal service? I scare her. She wants to purge me."