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but with a lively enough crowd to distract anyone from snatching any details from their conversa-
lion. Ms. Fenstone was it the centre, an ageing black face and overlong fngemails, and just about
the most well connected power broker in these United States. She was eating steak. rare. She liked
the slight tinge of blood in her mouth after each bite, it felt like the only natural thing in her diet,
which otherwise composed of nutrient shakes and constant pain pills.
WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MAKING SOMETHING AS A TEAM. MAKING
SOMETHING THAT WOULD WORK FOR THE WHOLE COMPANY. THE KIDS
OUT THERE NEED MUSIC, AND THEY WANT PEOPLE TO ASPIRE TO BE.
WHO WERE WE TO THINK MANUFACTURING SOMEONE LIKE THAT WOULD
GO SO WRONG. IT COULD HAVE BEEN THE COMPANY’S BOARD THAT
CAME UP WITH THE INNATE FLAW IN THE PLAN, BUT NO ONE STOPPED
THEM, AT EVERY STAGE WE WENT ALONG WITH IT, AND NOW IT’S ALL