I shrugged and stared out across the water, narrowing my eyes against the glare. The ocean seemed flatter, more ponderous than it does on Harlan's World. Up on deck, the immensity of it sank in and the yacht was suddenly a child's toy. 'I'm going to do what Kawahara wants. What Miriam Bancroft wants. What you want. What apparently everyone fucking wants. I'm going to kill the case.'