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Chapter 4
Hehitthesimstimandflippedintohersensorium.
Thescramblerblurredthevisualinputslightly.Shestoodbeforeawallofgold-fleckedmirrorinthebuilding’svastwhitelobby,chewinggum,apparentlyfascinatedbyherownreflection.Asidefromthehugepairofsunglassesconcealinghermirroredinsets,shemanagedtolookremarkablylikeshebelongedthere,anothertouristgirlhopingforaglimpseofTallyIsham.Sheworeapinkplasticraincoat,awhitemeshtop,loosewhitepantscutinastylethathadbeenfashionableinTokyothepreviousyear.Shegrinnedvacantlyandpoppedhergum.Casefeltlikelaughing.Hecouldfeelthemicroporetapeacrossherribcage,feeltheflatlittleunitsunderit:theradio,thesimstimunit,andthescrambler.Thethroatmike,gluedtoherneck,lookedasmuchaspossiblelikeananalgesicdermadisk.Herhands,inthepocketsofthepinkcoat,wereflexingsystematicallythroughaseriesoftension-releaseexercises.Ittookhimafewsecondstorealizethatthepeculiarsensationatthetipsofherfingerswascausedbythebladesastheywerepartiallyextruded,thenretracted.
Heflippedback.Hisprogramhadreachedthefifthgate.Hewatchedashisicebreakerstrobedandshiftedinfrontofhim,onlyfaintlyawareofhishandsplayingacrossthedeck,makingminoradjustments.Translucentplanesofcolorshuffledlikeatrickdeck.Takeacard,hethought,anycard.
Thegateblurredpast.Helaughed.
