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Chapter 9
Withhisearsringing,hestaredatthejaggedholeinthefrontofthedesk.Explosivebullet.Azide.Heraisedthegunagain.
`Youneedn’tdothat,oldson,’Juliesaid,steppingoutoftheshadows.Heworeathree-piecedrapesuitinsilkherringbone,astripedshirt,andabowtie.Hisglasseswinkedinthelight.
CasebroughtthegunaroundandlookeddownthelineofsightatDeane’spink,agelessface.
`Don’t,’Deanesaid.`You’reright.Aboutwhatthisallis.WhatIam.Buttherearecertaininternallogicstobehonored.Ifyouusethat,you’llseealotofbrainsandblood,anditwouldtakemeseveralhours-yoursubjectivetime-toeffectanotherspokesperson.Thissetisn’teasyformetomaintain.Oh,andI’msorryaboutLinda,inthearcade.Iwashopingtospeakthroughher,butI’mgeneratingallthisoutofyourmemories,andtheemotionalcharge...Well,it’sverytricky.Islipped.Sorry.’
Caseloweredthegun.`Thisisthematrix.You’reWintermute.’
`Yes.Thisisallcomingtoyoucourtesyofthesimstimunitwiredintoyourdeck,ofcourse.I’mgladIwasabletocutyouoffbeforeyou’dmanagedtojackout.’Deanewalkedaroundthedesk,straightenedhischair,andsatdown.`Sit,oldson.Wehavealottotalkabout.’
`Dowe?’
`Ofcoursewedo.Wehavehadforsometime.IwasreadywhenIreachedyoubyphoneinIstanbul.Time’sveryshortnow.
