"We’re not all going to die, or at least that’s what I’m hoping," Luisa went on, "and we have all just seen this happen. It’s in our memories now. And not just that. But in a few hours we’ll be taking deliveries from Kourou, reaping the benefits of having used fuel-air explosives and nuclear weapons against people who were basically defenseless. It’s in our DNA now." Her eyes flicked toward Moira. "If you’ll pardon the poetic imagery, Dr. Crewe."