“The value of it. The value of a human life.’ Kawahara shook her head like a teacher with an exasperating student. ‘You are still young and stupid. Human life has no value. Haven’t you learned that yet, Takeshi, with all you’ve seen? It has no value, intrinsic to itself. Machines cost money to build. Raw materials cost money to extract. But people?’ She made a tiny spitting sound. ‘You can always get some more people. They reproduce like cancer cells, whether you want them or not. They are abundant, Takeshi. Why should they be valuable?”