“But you’re part of this! All this, this protomolecule masters bullshit. If you can’t control it, who can?” “There’s an answer to that, but you won’t like it.” “Nobody,” Holden said. “You’re telling me nobody.” “The thing that’s turning all this crap on? It just does stuff. If the Rocinante arms and fires a torpedo at someone, what are the odds a wrench in her machine shop can bring the torpedo back? That’s who you’re talking to.”
