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Chapter 15
`Everybodydoes,’theFinnsaid,droppinghiscigaretteandgrindingitoutunderhisheel,`butnotmanyofyoucanaccessit.Artistscan,mostly,ifthey’reanygood.Ifyoucouldlaythisconstructoverthereality,theFinn’splaceinlowerManhattan,you’dseeadifference,butmaybenotasmuchasyou’dthink.Memory’sholographic,foryou.’TheFinntuggedatoneofhissmallears.`I’mdifferent.’
`Howdoyoumean,holographic?’ThewordmadehimthinkofRiviera.
`Theholographicparadigmistheclosestthingyou’veworkedouttoarepresentationofhumanmemory,isall.Butyou’veneverdoneanythingaboutit.People,Imean.’TheFinnsteppedforwardandcantedhisstreamlinedskulltopeerupatCase.`Maybeifyouhad,Iwouldn’tbehappening.’
`What’sthatsupposedtomean?’
TheFinnshrugged.Histatteredtweedwastoowideacrosstheshoulders,anddidn’tquitesettlebackintoposition.`I’mtryingtohelpyou,Case.’
`Why?’
`BecauseIneedyou.’Thelargeyellowteethappearedagain.`Andbecauseyouneedme.’
`Bullshit.Canyoureadmymind,Finn?’Hegrimaced.`Wintermute,Imean.’
`Mindsaren’tread.See,you’vestillgottheparadigmsprintgaveyou,andyou’rebarelyprint-literate.Icanaccessyourmemory,butthat’snotthesameasyourmind.
