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Chapter 8
Seenfromthebubbleofthetaxi,Zion’smakeshifthullremindedCaseofthepatchworktenementsofIstanbul,theirregular,discoloredplateslaser-scrawledwithRastafariansymbolsandtheinitialsofwelders.
MollyandaskinnyZionitecalledAerolhelpedCasenegotiateafreefallcorridorintothecoreofasmallertorus.He’dlosttrackofArmitageandRivierainthewakeofasecondwaveofSASvertigo.`Here,’Mollysaid,shovinghislegsintoanarrowhatchwayoverhead.`Grabtherungs.Makelikeyou’reclimbingbackward,right?You’regoingtowardthehull,that’slikeyou’reclimbingdownintogravity.Gotit?’
Case’sstomachchurned.
`Youbefine,mon,’Aerolsaid,hisgrinbracketedwithgoldincisors.
Somehow,theendofthetunnelhadbecomeitsbottom.Caseembracedtheweakgravitylikeadrowningmanfindingapocketofair.
`Up,’Mollysaid,`yougonnakissitnext?’Caselayflatonthedeck,onhisstomach,armsspread.Somethingstruckhimontheshoulder.Herolledoverandsawafatbundleofelasticcable.`Gottaplayhouse,’shesaid.`Youhelpmestringthisup.’Helookedaroundthewide,featurelessspaceandnoticedsteelringsweldedoneverysurface,seeminglyatrandom.
Whenthey’dstrungthecables,accordingtosomecomplexschemeofMolly’s,theyhungthemwithbatteredsheetsofyellowplastic.Astheyworked,Casegraduallybecameawareofthemusicthatpulsedconstantlythroughthecluster.
