“They’re using you to kill people,” Leni told him, as clearly as she could. “That’s their only job, and you’re helping them.” “We’ll all use it, someday, to leave the earth. To transcend.” She laughed. “Transcend,” from Pökler? “Someday,” honestly trying, “they won’t have to kill. Borders won’t mean anything. We’ll have all outer space. . . .” “Oh you’re blind,” spitting it as she spat his blindness at him every day, that and “Kadavergehorsamkeit,” a beautiful word he can no longer imagine in any voice but hers. . . .
