"Margaret Juliano," she said. "From your Midnight Clique. She helped design us. She’s a Détentiste! When the Peace falls, we’ll fall with her! They’re always prying at us, spying, looking for flaws..." Her eyes were wild in the wrinkled face. "Do you realize the potential we have? There are no rules, no souls, no limits! But dogmas hedge us in. False wars and stupid loyalties. The heaped-up garbage of the Schismatrix. Others wallow in it, hiding from total freedom! But we want all the truth, without conditions. We take our reality raw. We want all eyes open, always: and if it takes a cataclysm, then we have a thousand ready..."