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Maya thought of the block’s child with the foam crown, the laundromat, the incubators; she thought of all the hands that had left cups of tea beside the rig as quiet thanks. She also thought about what happens when a market learns to monetize shadow care. She told Ilya no. He was patient and technical; he left with an agreement that they would, at least, analyze the transforms and draft a proposal.