5. Scatter“What are you doing?” Jaz asks.
I didn’t think he was awake yet. I close the door to his flat.
“Who was at the door?” he asks.
“Just giving myself instructions,” I say.
“What?”
“You know, like you said. On how to destroy the machine.”
“Anina,” he says with a yawn. “Really?”
“What do you think?”
He lights a cigarette and prepares breakfast. Years of living like this has softened his sharp edges, but I’m not ready to trust him again. I’m not ready to leave him either.
He checks his stock portfolio on his tablet and brings two bowls of muesli and fruit to the table.
“What do you want to do today?” he asks.
I push two train tickets, courtesy of Aeon, across the table.
“Zurich is wonderful. How is the rest of Switzerland?”
“Beautiful.”
At the train station I send Jaz for
