"My goodness, woman, what’s the point? There’s nothing wrong with you . You’re no criminal, you just defrauded the gerontocrats of a few of their lab-rat studies. What are they supposed to do to you—make you old again? Shrivel you up in daylight like an apple in a cellar? They can’t do that. They think they rule the world, but they’re all doomed, a gang of sick centenarians with their ridiculous technologies...Trifling and tinkering with human flesh, when they have no concept of the power of imagination...And all to send me you! You! Like a little pink beach crab just pulled out of her shell!"