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           Thenhewilledhimselfintopassivity,becamethepassengerbehindhereyes.

           Theglassesdidn’tseemtocutdownthesunlightalall.Hewonderedifthebuilt-inampscompensatedautomatically.Bluealphanumericswinkedthetime,lowinherleftperipheralfield.Showingoff,hethought.

           Herbodylanguagewasdisorienting,herstyleforeign.Sheseemedcontinuallyonthevergeofcollidingwithsomeone,butpeoplemeltedoutofherway,steppedsideways,maderoom.

           `Howyoudoing.Case?’Heheardthewordsandfeltherformthem.Sheslidahandintoherjacket,afingertipcirclinganippleunderwarmsilk.Thesensationmadehimcatchhisbreath.Shelaughed.Butthelinkwasone-way.Hehadnowaytoreply.

           Twoblockslater,shewasthreadingtheoutskirtsofMemoryLane.Casekepttryingtojerkhereyestowardlandmarkshewouldhaveusedtofindhisway.Hebegantofindthepassivityofthesituationirritating.

           Thetransitiontocyberspace,whenhehittheswitch,wasinstantaneous.HepunchedhimselfdownawallofprimitiveicebelongingtotheNewYorkPublicLibraryautomaticallycountingpotentialwindows.Keyingbackintohersensorium,intothesinuousflowofmuscle,sensessharpandbright.

           Hefoundhimselfwonderingaboutthemindhesharedthesesensationswith.Whatdidheknowabouther?Thatshewasanotherprofessional;thatshesaidherbeing,likehis,wasthethingshedidtomakealiving.