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           ’

           `Why?’

           `HopingIcouldbringyouhereaswell,keepyouhere.ButIfailed.’

           `Sowhatnow?’Heswungthembackintothebankofcloud.`Wheredowegofromhere?’

           `Idon’tknow,Case.Tonighttheverymatrixasksitselfthatquestion.Becauseyouhavewon.Youhavealreadywon,don’tyousee?Youwonwhenyouwalkedawayfromheronthebeach.Shewasmylastlineofdefense.Idiesoon,inonesense.AsdoesWintermute.AssurelyasRivieradoes,now,asheliesparalyzedbesidethestumpofawallintheapartmentsofmyLady3JaneMarie-France,hisnigra-striatalsystemunabletoproducethedopaminereceptorsthatcouldsavehimfromHideo’sarrow.ButRivierawillsurviveonlyastheseeyes,ifIamallowedtokeepthem.’

           `There’stheword,right?Thecode.Sohow’veIwon?I’vewonjackshit.’

           `Flipnow.’

           `Where’sDixie?WhathaveyoudonewiththeFlatline?’

           `McCoyPauleyhashiswish,’theboysaid,andsmiled.`Hiswishandmore.Hepunchedyouhereagainstmywish,drovehimselfthroughdefensesequaltoanythinginthematrix.Nowflip.’

           AndCasewasaloneinKuang’sblacksting,lostincloud.

           Heflipped.

           IntoMolly’stension,herbacklikerock,herhandsaround3Jane’sthroat.`Funny,’shesaid,`Iknowexactlywhatyou’dlooklike.IsawitafterAshpooldidthesamethingtoyourclonesister.