Dorothy's eyes narrowed. "No offense, but you don't know what you're talking about." She raised one hoof defensively. "Don't even say it. Yeah, I'm not CS, I know I don't either. Dismiss your shallow-minded objections and consider a moment how long mental profiles for this project have been recorded. When I was admitted, the big minds were still negotiating about how the probes would operate. I had a friend on the committee. We got together often. Well, one thing led to another, and... I read some things I shouldn't have. Swore on my grave I'd never tell a soul, but..." She looked up, through the stone roof of the chamber. "Dr. Dorothy Born is as dead as Darwin, and so is my old friend."