The Dot-Commie was hurt. "We’re a gifted generation, all right? Van was my roommate once." The Dot-Commie brandished his MIT Beaver graduation ring. "I hooked Van up with his girlfriend—his wife, that is. Mrs. Vandeveer. Dr. Vandeveer that is, because Dottie has a Ph.D., too." The Dot-Commie smiled in the bluish light of the laptop. "They’re very sweet people."