![]() ![]() ![]() This time, they shot it directly into the Sense/Net building’s internal video system.Īt 12:04:03, every screen in the building strobed for eighteen seconds in a frequency that produced seizures in a susceptible segment of Sense/Net employees. The Panther Moderns allowed four minutes for their first move to take effect, then injected a second carefully prepared dose of misinformation. The cutting of Sense/Net’s ice took a total of nine days. When he did remember, he jacked in and worked for nine straight hours. Once he woke from a confused dream of Linda Lee, unable to recall who she was or what she’d ever meant to him. He lost track of days.Īnd sometimes, falling asleep, particularly when Molly was off on one of her reconnaissance trips with her rented cadre of Moderns, images of Chiba came flooding back. He’d go straight to the deck, not bothering to dress, and jack in. Its rainbow pixel maze was the first thing he saw when he woke. Its patterns burned there while he lay with his arm under Molly’s shoulders, watching the red dawn through the steel grid of the skylight. Ice patterns formed and reformed on the screen as he probed for gaps, skirted the most obvious traps, and mapped the route he’d take through Sense/Net’s ice. Sometimes he resented having to leave the deck to use the chemical toilet they’d set up in a corner of the loft. Molly left cartons of rice and foam trays of sushi on the corner of the long table. This was what he was, who he was, his being. ![]()
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