The Major took in all this with a glance, filing it automatically in her buffer for later reexamination. The religions of earth had never held her interest for longer than it took to disprove what of their faith Motoko might have held precious. The architecture faintly touched that, some forgotten memory, but it was nothing and she deleted the process that was feeding nostalgia into her consciousness without a qualm.

But there was one thing that needed comment, "Always women?"