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           `Andwhatexactlyisthat,Peter?’Mollyasked,hervoiceflat.

           Rivierabeamed.`Perversity.’Hewalkedbacktothetwowomen,swirlingthewaterthatremainedinthedense,deeplycarvedcylinderofrockcrystal,asthoughheenjoyedtheweightofthething.`Anenjoymentofthegratuitousact.AndIhavemadeadecision,Molly,awhollygratuitousdecision.’

           Shewaited,lookingupathim.

           `Oh,Peter,’3Janesaid,withthesortofgentleexasperationordinarilyreservedforchildren.

           `Nowordforyou,Molly.Hetoldmeaboutthat,yousee.3Janeknowsthecode,ofcourse,butyouwon’thaveit.NeitherwillWintermute.MyJane’sanambitiousgirl,inherperverseway.’Hesmiledagain.`Shehasdesignsonthefamilyempire,andapairofinsaneartificialintelligences,kinkyastheconceptmaybe,wouldonlygetinourway.So.ComesherRivieratohelpherout,yousee.AndPetersays,sittight.PlayDaddy’sfavoriteswingrecordsandletPetercallyouupabandtomatch,afloorofdancers,awakefordeadKingAshpool.’Hedrankoffthelastofthemineralwater.`No,youwouldn’tdo,Daddy,youwouldnotdo.NowthatPeter’scomehome.’Andthen,hisfacepinkwiththepleasureofcocaineandmeperidine,heswungtheglasshardintoherleftlensimplant,smashingvisionintobloodandlight.

           MaelcumwasproneagainstthecabinceilingwhenCaseremovedthetrodes.