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           TheBraunpluckedatthehoodoftheModernsuitandMollyturnedleft,throughanotherarchway.

           Wintermuteandthenest.Phobicvisionofthehatchingwasps,time-lapsemachinegunofbiology.Butweren’tthezaibatsusmorelikethat,ortheYakuza,hiveswithcyberneticmemories,vastsingleorganisms,theirDNAcodedinsilicon?IfStraylightwasanexpressionofthecorporateidentityofTessier-Ashpool,thenT-Awascrazyastheoldmanhadbeen.Thesameraggedtangleoffears,thesamestrangesenseofaimlessness.`Ifthey’dturnedintowhattheywantedto...’herememberedMollysaying.ButWintermutehadtoldhertheyhadn’t.

           Casehadalwaystakenitforgrantedthattherealbosses,thekingpinsinagivenindustry,wouldbebothmoreandlessthanpeople.He’dseenitinthemenwho’dcrippledhiminMemphis,he’dseenWageaffectthesemblanceofitinNightCity,andithadallowedhimtoacceptArmitage’sflatnessandlackoffeeling.He’dalwaysimagineditasagradualandwillingaccommodationofthemachine,thesystem,theparentorganism.Itwastherootofstreetcool,too,theknowingposturethatimpliedconnection,invisiblelinesuptohiddenlevelsofinfluence.

           Butwhatwashappeningnow,inthecorridorsofVillaStraylight?

           Wholestretcheswerebeingstrippedbacktosteelandconcrete.

           `WonderwhereourPeterisnow,huh?Maybeseethatboysoon,’shemuttered.`AndArmitage.