Chapter VIII
The Joys of Incest
Lisanne stepped from a foam-rubber cab and strode toward the entrance of The Pinnacle, a one-hundred-and-ninety-floor turquoise and patina skyscraper that was located directly in the middle of Central Park. (Since the destructions of the Empire State Building and One World Trade Center, this structure and the Corpus Chrome Incorporated Building had become the two most recognizable parts of the Nexus Y skyline.) The surviving Breutschen twin soon arrived at the entrance, pressed her fingertips to the placard and walked through the central living wall, exchanging damp blue dusk for a mustard-colored lobby that was dry and smelled of lemongrass.
She walked past the head concierge and six attendants (they did not greet her because she had informed them that s
