Нейромант

           TheKuangprogramspurtedfromtarnishedcloud,Case’sconsciousnessdividedlikebeadsofmercuryarcingaboveanendlessbeachthecolorofthedarksilverclouds.Hisvisionwasspherical,asthoughasingleretinalinedtheinnersurfaceofaglobethatcontainedallthings,ifallthingscouldbecounted.

           Andherethingscouldbecounted,eachone.Heknewthenumberofgrainsofsandintheconstructofthebeach(anumbercodedinamathematicalsystemthatexistednowhereoutsidethemindthatwasNeuromancer).Heknewthenumberofyellowfoodpacketsinthecanistersinthebunker(fourhundredandseven).Heknewthenumberofbrassteethinthelefthalfoftheopenzipperofthesalt-crustedleatherjacketthatLindaLeeworeasshetrudgedalongthesunsetbeach,swingingastickofdriftwoodinherhand(twohundredandtwo).

           HebankedKuangabovethebeachandswungtheprograminawidecircle,seeingtheblacksharkthingthroughhereyes,asilentghosthungryagainstthebanksofloweringcloud.Shecringed,droppingherstick,andran.Heknewtherateofherpulse,thelengthofherstrideinmeasurementsthatwouldhavesatisfiedthemostexactingstandardsofgeophysics.

           `Butyoudonotknowherthoughts,’theboysaid,besidehimnowinthesharkthing’sheart.`Idonotknowherthoughts.Youwerewrong,Case.Tolivehereistolive.Thereisnodifference.’

           Lindainherpanic,plungingblindthroughthesurf.