"We’re getting fragments from Hofmannstahl," Hiro said. He might almost have been talking to him-self; the handler-surrogate gestalt was going into effect, and soon we’d cease to be aware of each other. The adrenaline edge was tapering off. "Nothing very coherent. ‘ Schone Maschine ,’ something . . . ‘Beautiful machine’ . . . Hillary thinks she sounds pretty calm, but right out of it."