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           Itwasastaticdisplay,theonlymovementthesilentgustingoftheblacktreesinArmitage’sfrozenSiberianeyes.

           `Tryin’totellussomething,Peter?’sheaskedsoftly.Thenshesteppedforwardandkickedatsomethingbetweenthefeetoftheholo-Molly.Metalclinkedagainstthewallandthefiguresweregone.Shebentandpickedupasmalldisplayunit.`Guesshecanjackintotheseandprogramthemdirect,’shesaid,tossingitaway.

           Shepassedthesourceofyellowlight,anarchaicincandescentglobesetintothewall,protectedbyarustycurveofexpansiongrating.Thestyleoftheimprovisedfixturesuggestedchildhood,somehow.Herememberedfortresseshe’dbuiltwithotherchildrenonrooftopsandinfloodedsub-basements.Arichkid’shideout,hethought.Thiskindofroughnesswasexpensive.Whattheycalledatmosphere.

           Shepassedadozenmorehologramsbeforeshereachedtheentranceto3Jane’sapartments.OnedepictedtheeyelessthinginthealleybehindtheSpiceBazaar,asittoreitselffreeofRiviera’sshatteredbody.Severalotherswerescenesoftorture,theinquisitorsalwaysmilitaryofficersandthevictimsinvariablyyoungwomen.ThesehadtheawfulintensityofRiviera’sshowattheVingtimeSicle,asthoughtheyhadbeenfrozenintheblueflashoforgasm.Mollylookedawayasshepassedthem.

           Thelastwassmallanddim,asifitwereanimageRivierahadhadtodragacrosssomeprivatedistanceofmemoryandtime.