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           `Canwerunit?’

           `Sure,’theconstructsaid,`unlessyougotamorbidfearofdying.’

           `Sometimesyourepeatyourself,man.’

           `It’smynature.’

           MollywassleepingwhenhereturnedtotheIntercontinental.HesatonthebalconyandwatchedamicrolightwithrainbowpolymerwingsasitsoaredupthecurveofFreeside,itstriangularshadowtrackingacrossmeadowsandrooftops,untilitvanishedbehindthebandoftheLado-Achesonsystem.

           `Iwannabuzz,’hesaidtotheblueartificeofthesky.`Itrulydowannagethigh,youknow?Trickpancreas,plugsinmyliver,littlebagsofshitmelting,fuckitall.Iwannabuzz.’

           HeleftwithoutwakingMolly,hethought.Hewasneversure,withtheglasses.Heshruggedtensionfromhisshouldersandgotintotheelevator.HerodeupwithanItaliangirlinspotlesswhites,cheekbonesandnosedaubedwithsomethingblackandnonreflective.Herwhitenylonshoeshadsteelcleats;theexpensive-lookingthinginherhandresembledacrossbetweenaminiatureoarandanorthopedicbrace.Shewasoffforafastgameofsomething,butCasehadnoideawhat.

           Ontheroofmeadow,hemadehiswaythroughthegroveoftreesandumbrellas,untilhefoundapool,nakedbodiesgleamingagainstturquoisetiles.Heedgedintotheshadowofanawningandpressedhischipagainstadarkglassplate.`Sushi,’hesaid,`whateveryougot.