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           `NightCityisnotaplaceonereturnsto,artiste,’hesaid,swabbingthebarinfrontofCasewithafilthycloth,thepinkmanipulatorwhining.Andthenhe’dturnedtoserveanothercustomer,andCasehadfinishedhisbeerandleft.

           Nowhetouchedthepointsoftheshuriken,oneatatime,rotatingitslowlyinhisfingers.Stars.Destiny.Ineverevenusedthegoddamthing,hethought.

           Ineverevenfoundoutwhatcolorhereyeswere.Shenevershowedme.

           Wintermutehadwon,hadmeshedsomehowwithNeuromancerandbecomesomethingelse,somethingthathadspokentothemfromtheplatinumhead,explainingthatithadalteredtheTuringrecords,erasingallevidenceoftheircrime.ThepassportsArmitagehadprovidedwerevalid,andtheywerebothcreditedwithlargeamountsinnumberedGenevaaccounts.MarcusGarveywouldbereturnedeventually,andMaelcumandAerolgivenmoneythroughtheBahamianbankthatdealtwithZioncluster.Onthewayback,inBabylonRocker,Mollyhadexplainedwhatthevoicehadtoldheraboutthetoxinsacs.

           `Saiditwastakencareof.Likeitgotsodeepintoyourhead,itmadeyourbrainmanufacturetheenzyme,sothey’reloose,now.TheZionites’llgiveyouabloodchange,completeflushout.