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           ’

           Sheturned,openedthedoor,andsteppedout,herhandbrushingthecheckeredgripoftheholsteredfletcher.

           Caseflipped.

           KuangGradeMarkElevenwasgrowing.

           `Dixie,youthinkthisthing’llwork?’

           `Doesabearshitinthewoods?’TheFlatlinepunchedthemupthroughshiftingrainbowstrata.

           SomethingdarkwasformingatthecoreoftheChineseprogram.Thedensityofinformationoverwhelmedthefabricofthematrix,triggeringhypnagogicimages.Faintkaleidoscopicanglescenteredintoasilver-blackfocalpoint.Casewatchedchildhoodsymbolsofevilandbadlucktumbleoutalongtranslucentplanes:swastikas,skullsandcrossbones,diceflashingsnakeeyes.Ifhelookeddirectlyatthatnullpoint,nooutlinewouldform.Ittookadozenquick,peripheraltakesbeforehehadit,asharkthing,gleaminglikeobsidian,theblackmirrorsofitsflanksreflectingfaintdistantlightsthatborenorelationshiptothematrixaroundit.

           `That’sthesting,’theconstructsaid.`WhenKuang’sgoodandbellytightwiththeTessier-Ashpoolcore,we’reridin’thatthrough.’

           `Youwereright,Dix.There’ssomekindofmanualoverrideonthehardwiringthatkeepsWintermuteundercontrol.Howevermuchheisundercontrol,’headded.

           `He,’theconstructsaid.`He.Watchthat.It.Ikeeptellingyou.’

           `It’sacode.Aword,hesaid.