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           Therewassomethinginthegrayeyesnowthathecouldn’tread,somethinghe’dneverseentherebefore.

           `IoweWagealotmorethanthat.Takeit.Igotmorecoming,’helied,ashewatchedhisNewYenvanishintoazipperedpocket.

           `Yougetyourmoney,Case,youfindWagequick.’

           `I’llseeyou,Linda,’hesaid,gettingup.

           `Sure.’Amillimeterofwhiteshowedbeneatheachofherpupils.Sanpaku.`Youwatchyourback,man.’

           Henodded,anxioustobegone.

           Helookedbackastheplasticdoorswungshutbehindhim,sawhereyesreflectedinacageofredneon.

           FridaynightonNinsei.

           Hepassedyakitoristandsandmassageparlors,afranchisedcoffeeshopcalledBeautifulGirl,theelectronicthunderofanarcade.Hesteppedoutofthewaytoletadark-suitedsararimanby,spottingtheMitsubishi-Genentechlogotattooedacrossthebackoftheman’srighthand.

           Wasitauthentic?Ifthat’sforreal,hethought,he’sinfortrouble.Ifitwasn’t,servedhimright.M-Gemployeesaboveacertainlevelwereimplantedwithadvancedmicroprocessorsthatmonitoredmutagenlevelsinthebloodstream.GearlikethatwouldgetyourolledinNightCity,rolledstraightintoablackclinic.

           ThesararimanhadbeenJapanese,buttheNinseicrowdwasagaijincrowd.Groupsofsailorsupfromtheport,tensesolitarytouristshuntingpleasuresnoguidebooklisted,Sprawlheaviesshowingoffgraftsandimplants,andadozendistinctspeciesofhustler,allswarmingthestreetinanintricatedanceofdesireandcommerce.