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           Catchingthepimp’seye,Casebeckonedhimtothebar.Zonecamedriftingthroughthecrowdinslowmotion,hislongfaceslackandplacid.

           `YouseenWagetonight,Lonny?’

           Zoneregardedhimwithhisusualcalm.Heshookhishead.

           `Yousure,man?’

           `MaybeintheNamban.Maybetwohoursago.’

           `Gotsomejoeboyswithhim?Oneof’emthin,darkhair,maybeablackjacket?’

           `No,’Zonesaidatlast,hissmoothforeheadcreasedtoindicatetheeffortitcosthimtorecallsomuchpointlessdetail.`Bigboys.Graftees.’Zone’seyesshowedverylittlewhiteandlessiris;underthedroopinglids,hispupilsweredilatedandenormous.HestaredintoCase’sfaceforalongtime,thenloweredhisgaze.Hesawthebulgeofthesteelwhip.`Cobra,’hesaid,andraisedaneyebrow.`Youwannafucksomebodyup?’

           `Seeyou,Lonny.’Caseleftthebar.

           Histailwasback.Hewassureofit.Hefeltastabofelation,theoctagonsandadrenalineminglingwithsomethingelse.You’reenjoyingthis,hethought;you’recrazy.

           Because,insomeweirdandveryapproximateway,itwaslikearuninthematrix.Getjustwastedenough,findyourselfinsomedesperatebutstrangelyarbitrarykindoftrouble,anditwaspossibletoseeNinseiasafieldofdata,thewaythematrixhadonceremindedhimofproteinslinkingtodistinguishcellspecialties.Thenyoucouldthrowyourselfintoahighspeeddriftandskid,totallyengagedbutsetapartfromitall,andallaroundyouthedanceofbiz,informationinteracting,datamadefleshinthemazesoftheblackmarket...