He's always someone who works hard. He's a good defender and a key part of this team. He got the opportunity and made it. I feel good for him. He deserves it for all of his hard work.

I miss it. It's so much fun being out there. It's fun to compete. It's no fun when everyone's just out there messing around.

The possibilities are endless. We're talking about an automated self-service revolution!

Think about 1,500 miles. Trucks and airplanes and how much pollution is put into the air to do that, to get your food here. Your salad today traveled about 20 feet to get to you.

It was days like this when I felt it more than ever: I wasn’t a real human.

I hear you're quite the writer. Quite the teacher's pet."
"I... I don't know what you mean."
"No? The maybe you're in for a surprise. A maybe it won't be a nice one."
Kate heard her voice lashing out, braver than she felt.
"I don't know what you're talking about. But nothing that pertains to me is any of your business.'
The match hissed again. She saw his black, black eyes flickering.
"You're right. How inconsiderate of me."
Shaken, Kate willed her feet to move her forward.
"You should be more careful," Pearce said. "Anyone could find your key. Anyone could get into your cabin."
Kate whirled to face him. "I have a roommate. I'm not alone."
"A roommate?" And he sounded like he was smiling... a dark strange smile as if she'd said something particularly funny. "If someone wanted to get you," Pearce said slowly, and another match went out, "a roommate wouldn't stop them. They'd just get you. Wouldn't they?