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'
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
’
re
talking
about
.
’
'
That
’
s
'
you
’
in
the
collective
.
Your
species
.
’
'
You
killed
those
Turings
.
’
The
Finn
shrugged
.
'
Hadda
.
Hadda
.
You
should
give
a
shit
;
they
woulda
offed
you
and
never
thought
twice
.
Anyway
,
why
I
got
you
here
,
we
gotta
talk
more
.
Remember
this
?
’
And
his
right
hand
held
the
charred
wasps
’
nest
from
Case
’
s
dream
,
reek
of
fuel
in
the
closeness
of
the
dark
shop
.
Case
stumbled
back
against
a
wall
of
junk
.
'
Yeah
.
That
was
me
.
Did
it
with
the
holo
rig
in
the
window
.
Another
memory
I
tapped
out
of
you
when
I
flatlined
you
that
first
time
.
Know
why
it
’
s
important
?
’
Case
shook
his
head
.
'
Because
’
-
and
the
nest
,
somehow
,
was
gone
-
'
it
’
s
the
closest
thing
you
got
to
what
Tessier
-
Ashpool
would
like
to
be
.
The
human
equivalent
.
Straylight
’
s
like
that
nest
,
or
anyway
it
was
supposed
to
work
out
that
way
.
I
figure
it
’
ll
make
you
feel
better
.
’
'
Feel
better
?
’
'
To
know
what
they
’
re
like
.
You
were
starting
to
hate
my
guts
for
a
while
there
.
That
’
s
good
.
But
hate
them
instead
.
Same
difference
.
’
'
Listen
,
’
Case
said
,
stepping
forward
,
'
they
never
did
shit
to
me
.
You
,
it
’
s
different
.
.
.
’
But
he
couldn
’
t
feel
the
anger
.
