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           ’AsMaelcumnudgedhiscaptivealong,Casekneltandfumbledthroughanassortmentofplugs,finallycomingupwiththeoneheneeded.Withhisdeckjackedintotheadaptor,hepaused.

           `Doyouhavetolooklikethat,man?’heaskedthefaceonthescreen.TheFinnwaserasedalineatatimebytheimageofLonnyZoneagainstawallofpeelingJapaneseposters.

           `Anythingyouwant,baby,’Zonedrawled,`justhopitforLonny...’

           `No,’Casesaid,`usetheFinn.’AstheZoneimagevanished,heshovedtheHitachiadaptorintoitssocketandsettledthetrodesacrosshisforehead.

           `Whatkeptyou?’theFlatlineasked,andlaughed.

           `Toldyoudon’tdothat,’Casesaid.

           `Joke,boy,’theconstructsaid,`zerotimelapseforme.Lemmeseewhatwegothere...’

           TheKuangprogramwasgreen,exactlytheshadeoftheT-Aice.EvenasCasewatched,itgrewgraduallymoreopaque,althoughhecouldseetheblack-mirroredsharkthingclearlywhenhelookedup.Thefracturelinesandhallucinationsweregonenow,andthethinglookedrealasMarcusGarvey,awinglessantiquejet,itssmoothskinplatedwithblackchrome.

           `Righton,’theFlatlinesaid.

           `Right,’Casesaid,andflipped.

           `-likethat.I’msorry,’3Janewassaying,asshebandagedMolly’shead.`Ourunitsaysnoconcussion,nopermanentdamagetotheeye.