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"
Kawahara
turned
back
to
look
at
Trepp
.
"
OK
,
well
get
someone
down
here
now
.
Squad
of
four
.
There
’
s
some
garbage
to
take
out
.
"
"
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
"
In
spite
of
everything
,
I
felt
a
smile
crawl
onto
my
mouth
.
Ma
’
am
?
Kawahara
came
back
,
scooping
the
pliers
up
off
the
floor
on
her
way
.
"
What
are
you
grinning
at
,
Kovacs
?
"
I
tried
to
spit
at
her
,
but
the
saliva
barely
made
it
out
of
my
mouth
and
hung
in
a
thick
streamer
over
my
jaw
,
mingled
with
the
blood
.
Kawahara
’
s
face
distorted
with
sudden
rage
and
she
kicked
me
in
the
stomach
.
On
top
of
everything
else
,
I
barely
felt
it
.
"
You
,
"
she
began
savagely
,
then
forced
the
level
of
her
voice
back
down
to
an
accentless
icy
calm
,
"
have
caused
more
than
enough
trouble
for
one
lifetime
.
"
She
took
hold
of
my
collar
and
dragged
me
up
the
angled
slope
of
the
window
until
we
were
at
eye
level
.
My
head
lolled
back
on
the
glass
and
she
leaned
over
me
.
Her
tone
eased
back
,
almost
to
conversational
.
"
Like
the
Catholics
,
like
your
friends
at
Innenin
,
like
the
pointless
motes
of
slum
life
whose
pathetic
copulations
brought
you
into
existence
,
Takeshi
.
Human
raw
material
—
that
’
s
all
you
’
ve
ever
been
.
You
could
have
evolved
beyond
it
and
joined
me
on
New
Beijing
,
but
you
spat
in
my
face
and
went
back
to
your
little
people
existence
.
You
could
have
joined
us
again
,
here
on
Earth
,
joined
in
the
steerage
of
the
whole
human
race
this
time
.
You
could
have
been
a
man
of
power
,
Kovacs
.
Do
you
understand
that
?
You
could
have
been
significant
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
so
,
"
I
murmured
weakly
,
starting
to
slide
back
down
the
glass
.
"
I
’
ve
still
got
a
conscience
rattling
around
in
here
somewhere
.
Just
forgotten
where
I
put
it
.
"
