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Chapter 9
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`I’malldoped,’heprotested,butreachedforthetrodes.HisdeckandtheHosakahadbeenmountedbehindMaelcum’smodulealongwithaveryhigh-resolutionCraymonitor.
Headjustedthetrodes.MarcusGarveyhadbeenthrowntogetheraroundanenormousoldRussianairscrubber,arectangularthingdaubedwithRastafariansymbols,LionsofZionandBlackStarLiners,theredsandgreensandyellowsoverlayingwordydecalsinCyrillicscript.SomeonehadsprayedMaelcum’spilotgearahottropicalpink,scrapingmostoftheoversprayoffthescreensandreadoutswitharazorblade.Thegasketsaroundtheairlockinthebowwerefestoonedwithsemirigidglobsandstreamersoftranslucentcaulk,likeclumsystrandsofimitationseaweed.HeglancedpastMaelcum’sshouldertothecentralscreenandsawadockingdisplay:thetug’spathwasalineofreddots,Freesideasegmentedgreencircle.Hewatchedthelineextenditself,generatinganewdot.
Hejackedin.
`Dixie?’
`Yeah.’
`YouevertrytocrackanAI?’
`Sure.Iflatlined.Firsttime.Iwaslarkin’,jackeduprealhigh,outbyRioheavycommercesector.Bigbiz,multinationals,GovernmentofBrazillituplikeaChristmastree.Justlarkin’around,youknow?AndthenIstartedpickinguponthisonecube,maybethreelevelshigherup.Jackedupthereandmadeapass.’
`Whatdiditlooklike,thevisual?’
`Whitecube.
