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Chapter 9
TheEasternSeaboardFissionAuthoritywasgone,replacedbythecoolgeometricintricacyofZurichcommercialbanking.Hepunchedagain,forBerne.
`Up,’theconstructsaid.`It’llbehigh.’
Theyascendedlatticesoflight,levelsstrobing,ablueflicker.
That’llbeit,Casethought.
Wintermutewasasimplecubeofwhitelight,thatverysimplicitysuggestingextremecomplexity.
`Don’tlookmuch,doesit?’theFlatlinesaid.`Butjustyoutryandtouchit.’
`I’mgoinginforapass,Dixie.’
`Bemyguest.’
Casepunchedtowithinfourgridpointsofthecube.Itsblankface,toweringabovehimnow,begantoseethewithfaintinternalshadows,asthoughathousanddancerswhirledbehindavastsheetoffrostedglass.
`Knowswe’rehere,’theFlatlineobserved.
Casepunchedagain,once;theyjumpedforwardbyasinglegridpoint.
Astippledgraycircleformedonthefaceofthecube.
`Dixie...’
`Backoff,fast.’
Thegrayareabulgedsmoothly,becameasphere,anddetacheditselffromthecube.
CasefelttheedgeofthedeckstinghispalmasheslappedMAXREVERSE.Thematrixblurredbackward;theyplungeddownatwilitshaftofSwissbanks.Helookedup.Thespherewasdarkernow,gainingonhim.Falling.
`Jackout,’theFlatlinesaid.
