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Human Beings Are So Destructive. I Sometimes Think We're A Kind Of Plague, That Will Scrub The Earth Clean. We Destroy Things So Well That I Sometimes Think, Maybe That's Our Function. Maybe Every Few Eons, Some Animal Comes Along That Kills Off The Rest Of The World, Clears The Decks, And Lets Evolution Proceed To Its Next Phase.

You Know What's Wrong With Scientific Power? It's A Form Of Inherited Wealth. And You Know What Assholes Congenitally Rich People Are.

This Novel Is Fiction, Except For The Parts That Aren't.

Malcolm: A Karate Master Does Not Kill People With His Bare Hands. He Does Not Lose His Temper And Kill His Wife. The Person Who Kills Is The Person Who Has No Discipline, No Restraint, And Who Has Purchased His Power In The Form Of A Saturday Night Special. And That Is Why You Think That To Build A Place Like This Is Simple. Hammond: It Was Simple. Malcolm: Then Why Did It Go Wrong?

They Don't Have Intelligence. They Have What I Call 'thintelligence.' They See The Immediate Situation. They Think Narrowly And They Call It 'being Focused.' They Don't See The Surround. They Don't See The Consequences.