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           Heworeragged,colorlessshorts,limbstoothinagainsttheslidingblue-grayofthetide.

           `Iknowyou,’Casesaid,Lindabesidehim.

           `No,’theboysaid,hisvoicehighandmusical,`youdonot.’

           `You’retheotherAI.You’reRio.You’retheonewhowantstostopWintermute.What’syourname?YourTuringcode.Whatisit?’

           Theboydidahandstandinthesurf,laughing.Hewalkedonhishands,thenflippedoutofthewater.HiseyeswereRiviera’s,buttherewasnomalicethere.`Tocallupademonyoumustlearnitsname.Mendreamedthat,once,butnowitisrealinanotherway.Youknowthat,Case.Yourbusinessistolearnthenamesofprograms,thelongformalnames,namestheownersseektoconceal.Truenames...’

           `ATuringcode’snotyourname.’

           `Neuromancer,’theboysaid,slittinglonggrayeyesagainsttherisingsun.`Thelanetothelandofthedead.Whereyouare,myfriend.Marie-France,mylady,shepreparedthisroad,butherlordchokedheroffbeforeIcouldreadthebookofherdays.Neurofromthenerves,thesilverpaths.Romancer.Necromancer.Icallupthedead.Butno,myfriend,’andtheboydidalittledance,brownfeetprintingthesand,`Iamthedead,andtheirland.’Helaughed.Agullcried.`Stay.Ifyourwomanisaghost,shedoesn’tknowit.Neitherwillyou.’

           `You’recracking.Theiceisbreakingup.