Andy didn’t have to worry where death’s sting was—he’d found it. All around him. He’d known that life outside the corporate enclave was rougher and dirtier and noisier and less orderly than he’d been used to, but he hadn’t realized just how much more it was of all of those things. But he was a shadow now, and this was his life. And if it didn’t match his fantasies of what such a life would be like, he’d just have to get used to it.