 How does Gerri feel about Earth?
MUTINEER By ROBERT J. SHEA Raging , Trooper Lane hovered three thousand feet above Tammany Square. The cool cybrain surgically implanted in him was working on the problem. Did I fight in Chi for them? Just a little time off, so I shouldn't blow my top. The humming paragrav-paks embedded beneath his shoulder blades held him motionless above Newyork's three administrative towers. They keep Troopers in the Armory and teach them how to fight. They don't teach them about their own city, that they'll be fighting for. From seven years old up, Troopers have too much to learn about fighting. Old cybrain, a gift from the Trooper surgeons, compliments of the city, would have to figure out which one. Two black paragrav-boats whirred along the translucent underside of Newyork's anti-missile force-shield, the Shell. Cybrain had taken charge of his motor nerves. Lane's own mind was just along for the ride. He began to plummet down, picking up speed. A predatory excitement rippled through him as he sailed down through the air. A little red-white-and-green flag fluttered on a staff below the window. Cybrain knew what it was doing. Lane dropped lightly to the floor, inside the room, in battle-crouch. Two policemen were killed, four others seriously injured. Tammany Hall has warned that this man is extremely dangerous. Citizens are cautioned to keep clear of him. A built-in electronic brain controls his reflexes—" "At ease with that jazz," said Lane, and a sheathed finger snapped out. The two police boats were hovering above the towers. Lane's mailed hand snapped open a pouch at his belt. The force-bomb "exploded"—swelled or inflated, really, but with the speed of a blast. A section of the energy globe bellied out from above. It shaded the view from his window and re-entered the tower wall just below. Orange or green is the action. I am a diplomat of the Grassroots Republic of Mars. This is an embassy, if you know what that means." "Well, you should have had brains enough to honor the flag outside this window. If you've never heard of diplomatic immunity, you'll suffer for your ignorance." "I'm the guy they told you about on the 3V. Where's the Mayor? "No. "Force-screen. Nothing gets past, except maybe a full-size blaster-beam. "I told you, I'm an ambassador.
 She does not like Earth. She thinks the people are uncivilized.
 Gerri does not like the Earth. The climate is terrible.  She does not like Earth. She thinks the people are uncivilized.  She loves Earth. She is going to move to Earth permanently.  Gerri likes the Earth, it's the Earthlings she's not sure about.