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           ’

           Theheadfellsilent.

           `Well?’Caseasked,finallyalmostexpectingthethingtoanswerhim.

           `That’sallshewrote,’theFinnsaid.`Didn’tfinishit.Justakidthen.Thisthing’saceremonialterminal,sortof.IneedMollyinherewiththerightwordattherighttime.That’sthecatch.Doesn’tmeanshit,howdeepyouandtheFlatlineridethatChinesevirus,ifthisthingdoesn’thearthemagicword.’

           `Sowhat’stheword?’

           `Idon’tknow.YoumightsaywhatIamisbasicallydefinedbythefactthatIdon’tknow,becauseIcan’tknow.Iamthatwhichknowethnottheword.Ifyouknew,man,andtoldme,Icouldn’tknow.It’shardwiredin.Someoneelsehastolearnitandbringithere,justwhenyouandtheFlatlinepunchthroughthaticeandscramblethecores.’

           `Whathappensthen?’

           `Idon’texist,afterthat.Icease.’

           `Okaybyme,’Casesaid.

           `Sure.Butyouwatchyourass,Case.My,ah,otherlobeisontous,itlookslike.Oneburningbushlooksprettymuchlikeanother.AndArmitageisstartingtogo.’

           `What’sthatmean?’

           Butthepaneledroomfoldeditselfthroughadozenimpossibleangles,tumblingawayintocyberspacelikeanorigamicrane.