Gun, with Occasional Music (Harvest Book)

was functionally non-male,

No return of what’s repressed.

anymore.” I was making it up off the top of my head.

Nobody had mentioned to the windows and the sunlight that there wasn’t anybody home and they could relax.

I learned a long time ago that my job consists of uncovering the secrets people keep from themselves as much or more than the ones they keep from each other.”

“You’re not really working for me at all. You’re just a shill for the inquisitors. You keep tabs on me and ask me questions. You play on my fears of them, but there’s no real difference.” He snickered. “It’s just a game.

The inquisitors specialize in nifty solutions at the expense of the truth; that’s one of the reasons I went private.

murder didn’t happen in a void, like some kind of hiccough. It was the outcome of an inexorable series of past events climaxing in the act, and with repercussions stretching into the future far beyond the usual inquisition.

one of those theoretically temporary operations where they switch your nerve endings around with someone else, so you can see what it feels like to be a man if you’re a woman, a woman if you’re a man. It was supposed to be a lot of fun.