Don't get me wrong — I like unspoiled wilderness. I like my sky clear
and blue and my city free of the thunder of cars and jackhammers. I'm
no technocrat. But goddamit, who wouldn't want a fully automatic,
laser-guided, armor-piercing, self-replenishing personal sidearm?
Nice turn of phrase, huh? I finally memorized it one night, from one of
the hoppers, as he stood in my bedroom, pointing his hand-cannon at
another hopper, enumerating its many charms: "This is a laser-guided
blah blah blah. Throw down your arms and lace your fingers behind
your head, blah blah blah.