Rust is like being molested by your Aunt. There's something off about her, but everyone regards her very highly, so you trust her, and then on a family camping trip out at Montauk Point she takes advantage of you. Years later, you accept and acknowledge what happened, but you still refuse to believe that she's scarred you, because that would put her in control, not you, and the last thing you want is a molester in control of your life -- but your denial doesn't make it the truth. You want to believe that deep down inside, Rust is a good person, and you see that Rust has very redeeming qualities, but you sit down to try and program Rust and all you can think of is Graydon Hoare's hard, throbbing clit.