<3!!! Best salesman evar, that viking liar...

So I can have my own planet, all to myself, full of genetically engineered creatures and well-armed robots, of course. Why else?

Staging area, decontamination area, whatever. There are possible reasons for someone making a trip to stop nearby and brush their hair, wipe their feet, etc.

You're kidding! We first say Doctor Who at the Glasgow Worldcon, and went to Eastercon the next year to see the Call of Cthulhu premier. Easter con is a wonderful convention right there in Glasgow, every year.

Depends. Are they expecting me to fight them? Am I armed? If they're all badass war criminal and I'm considered just a little schmuck bookworm, well. I'll be able to take out the first few no problem. It's when they get their guard up ti gets difficult.

...snicker...

...the behavioral change? Never. You could have twenty monkeys learn to conga and repeat it for a hundred generations and there would be no evolution. But if you killed the monkeys who failed to conga, and gave unlimited breeding opportunities to the ones who conga'd the best, and cae up with a bunch of monkeys a…

<3 And the first thing I thought of was...

Right now it's behavior. If the behavior significantly alters life expectancy, then a couple generations down the road you could call it evolution.

I sat there and flapped my hands around like a muppet. Yesssss!

Nobody said it yet?!?

Hello, Numb3rs. Didn't you analyze this a few years ago, Mr. Charlie Epps?

...feedback. That's the answer: we see that we have the problem, we look at how we responded to the problem, we try to do better next time. Feedback loops are good ways to improve bad behaviors.

Knowing is never useless, even when you've failed. Every athlete and team, soldier and unit, corporate tool and office uses something called the after-action review. It's where you look at what you did - how it went well, how it went horribly - and determine where you can do better next time and what you need to…

You can always use this excuse for misspelling: "My brain moved faster than my fingers!"

He's setting up a very select mission; those guys were there for the money. (This is how I'm rationalizing it in my head.) I once saw a very interesting graph involving secrets - the more people who know them, the faster they escape; there was a direct correlation. Anyways, if Finch saw the same graph (or had any…

...usually people hate me right around now... ;)

"Must be in the cleaners."

Eh, social security number, serial number... same dif, for the most part.

They were nothing more than thugs for hire who had no idea who he was? I imagine he'd know where to find the ordinary sort of muscle, as well as the special sort he picked up in Reese...