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           Maelcumdriftednearby,3Jane’sthinarmgrippedinalargebrownhand.

           AribbonoffiberopticsloopedgracefullyfromtheOnoSendaitoasquareopeninginthebackofthepearl-crustedterminal.

           Hetappedtheswitchagain.

           `KuangGradeMarkElevenishaulin’assinnineseconds,countin’,seven,six,five...’

           TheFlatlinepunchedthemup,smoothascent,theventralsurfaceoftheblackchromesharkamicrosecondflickofdarkness.

           `Four,three...’

           Casehadthestrangeimpressionofbeinginthepilot’sseatinasmallplane.Aflatdarksurfaceinfrontofhimsuddenlyglowedwithaperfectreproductionofthekeyboardofhisdeck.

           `Two,an’kickass--’

           Headlongmotionthroughwallsofemeraldgreen,milkyjade,thesensationofspeedbeyondanythinghe’dknownbeforeincyberspace...TheTessier-Ashpooliceshattered,peelingawayfromtheChineseprogram’sthrust,aworryingimpressionofsolidfluidity,asthoughtheshardsofabrokenmirrorbentandelongatedastheyfell--

           `Christ,’Casesaid,awestruck,asKuangtwistedandbankedabovethehorizonlessfieldsoftheTessier-Ashpoolcores,anendlessneoncityscape,complexitythatcuttheeye,jewelbright,sharpasrazors.

           `Hey,shit,’theconstructsaid,`thosethingsaretheRCABuilding.