Marathe in the Ennet House waiting room — "There’s 26 here, counting the one…"
There’s 26 here, counting the one without feet on the stairs.
Context
Even Selwyn's psychotic census — 26 machines playing everyone you've ever met — has to individuate one body, and the distinguishing datum is Burt F. Smith's missing feet: in the metal-people cosmology as in the room itself, the damaged body is the one thing that reads as unmistakably particular.