"Polls are worth the paper they’re printed on, and they’re all electronic. Besides, Steele being a fragging Technocrat the e-polls are going to do nothing but favor him. Now I’m as forward-looking as the next guy, but these Technocratic bozos? Sure as there’s a God in the Machine, they’re gonna slot the country up worse than ever. They were ’crats long before they were techno, and like all good ’crats they can’t find their backsides without a road map and a guide. Drek, they can’t even get a decision to crap out of committee. And I’m not the only one who thinks that way, let me tell you." Tom didn’t need Olivetti to tell him; he’d had his ears filled with anti-Technocrat sentiment at the Point, and overfilled in Denver. Most of it came from just the sort of people you’d expect: rednecks, displacees, Humanis sympathizers, the hoodoo crew, metas, and just about everyone not sporting chrome. When the same sentiment started coming from converts to the cyber revolution like Olivetti, the feelings had to be everywhere. Tom hadn’t been keeping up on Technocrat doctrine, but he wondered if what had once been the most rational branch of the Democratic Party hadn’t gone a little glitched once it got out on its own.