Thirteen, Richard K. Morgan

A failure to understand social webbing at an emotional level, Jacobson had found, and so a lack of those emotional restraints that embedding within such webbing requires. But Carl didn't know a single thirteen ho hadn't laughed like a fast-food clown construct when they read those lines. We understand, he told Zooly one drinken night. Fingers snapped out one by one, enumerating, like stabbing implements, finally the blade of a hand. Nationalism. Tribalism. Politics. Religion. Fucking soccer, for Christ's sake. Pacing her apartment living room, furious, like something caged. How could you not understand dynamics that fucking simplistic. It's the rest of you people who don't understand what makes you tick at an emotional fucking level.

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