keep the deadline open with my maker

Being in no way particularly familiar to the predicament of people working under the personal, presentably-sociable thumb of another, lacking dreams and any way clear to spin them, Klaus has no satisfactory answer for the allowance of those particular brands of abuses owned by the Blade system, those more graphic left aside. There were draining coworkers, toxic bosses, officeplace power-drunk nags, the lot of them loaded neatly into a box he's labeled "Earth Issues", and now there are controlling Drivers; now it's clear just how limited his perspective was.

And yet they still believe, somehow. Yet they still, enveloped, push.