Нейромант

           ’Herhandsweregentle,almostacaress.3Jane’seyeswerewidewithterrorandlust;shewasshiveringwithfearandlonging.Beyondthefreefalltangleof3Jane’shair,Casesawhisownstrainedwhiteface,Maelcumbehindhim,brownhandsontheleather-jacketedshoulders,steadyinghimabovethecarpet’spatternofwovencircuitry.

           `Wouldyou?’3Janeasked,hervoiceachild’s.`Ithinkyouwould.’

           `Thecode,’Mollysaid.`Telltheheadthecode.’

           Jackingout.

           `Shewantsit,’hescreamed,`thebitchwantsit!’

           Heopenedhiseyestothecoolrubystareoftheterminal,itsplatinumfacecrustedwithpearlandlapis.Beyondit,Mollyand3Janetwistedinaslowmotionembrace.

           `Giveusthefuckingcode,’hesaid.`Ifyoudon’t,what’llchange?What’lleverfuckingchangeforyou?You’llwindupliketheoldman.You’lltearitalldownandstartbuildingagain!You’llbuildthewallsback,tighterandtighter...Igotnoideaatallwhat’llhappenifWintermutewins,butit’llchangesomething!’Hewasshaking,histeethchattering.

           3Janewentlimp,Molly’shandsstillaroundherslenderthroat,herdarkhairdrifting,tangled,asoftbrowncaul.

           `TheDucalPalaceatMantua,’shesaid,`containsaseriesofincreasinglysmallerrooms.Theytwinearoundthegrandapartments,beyondbeautifullycarveddoorframesonestoopstoenter.Theyhousedthecourtdwarfs.