““And where do we begin to search for our minds' copies, if they still exist? They must be hidden somewhere on Mars, maybe in one of the factories, or down there in those ghostly suites where the pioneers lived. I hope Hector comes home soon. It's very lonely here without him. That sounds pathetic, being lonely for a robot. But it's true. The thing is, with Shala gone, I don't have any real friends. And knowing Evan has been a thorough education in what false friends can be. So while I'm the President, it won't be wise to trust anyone who wants to become my friend. Power, like lasers, can do a lot of damage.””
