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Chapter 15
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Theheadfellsilent.
`Well?’Caseasked,finallyalmostexpectingthethingtoanswerhim.
`That’sallshewrote,’theFinnsaid.`Didn’tfinishit.Justakidthen.Thisthing’saceremonialterminal,sortof.IneedMollyinherewiththerightwordattherighttime.That’sthecatch.Doesn’tmeanshit,howdeepyouandtheFlatlineridethatChinesevirus,ifthisthingdoesn’thearthemagicword.’
`Sowhat’stheword?’
`Idon’tknow.YoumightsaywhatIamisbasicallydefinedbythefactthatIdon’tknow,becauseIcan’tknow.Iamthatwhichknowethnottheword.Ifyouknew,man,andtoldme,Icouldn’tknow.It’shardwiredin.Someoneelsehastolearnitandbringithere,justwhenyouandtheFlatlinepunchthroughthaticeandscramblethecores.’
`Whathappensthen?’
`Idon’texist,afterthat.Icease.’
`Okaybyme,’Casesaid.
`Sure.Butyouwatchyourass,Case.My,ah,otherlobeisontous,itlookslike.Oneburningbushlooksprettymuchlikeanother.AndArmitageisstartingtogo.’
`What’sthatmean?’
Butthepaneledroomfoldeditselfthroughadozenimpossibleangles,tumblingawayintocyberspacelikeanorigamicrane.