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He had no place to go, and all the time in the world to get there, so detours cost him nothing. Which is why he got out of the train.
The sky was a rinsed blue, like an old shirt washed a thousand times.
“What’s your name?” “Jack Reacher. Terminal at major. Late of the 110th MP. I lost my job, too.”
“Where do you live?” “Nowhere. In the world. Right here, today.”
The town had grown up around it, like a pearl around a grain of sand.
Chang looked just fine in a T-shirt. Her hair was still
damp, which made it look like ink. Her arms were long and faintly muscled, and her skin was smooth.
“Let’s eat first. Eat when you can. That’s the golden rule.”
Reacher asked him, “You got a local phone book?” “What for?” “I want to balance it on my head to improve my deportment.” “What?” “I want to look up a number. What else is a phone book for?”
Retired from an executive position, probably, full of spreadsheets and data, still needing to feel wanted, or wanting to feel needed.
Web sites are not physical things. The internet has no physical reality. It has no dimensions, and no boundaries.
Not to be confused with the Dark Web, of course, which is
merely out-of-date sites with broken links, like dead satellites whirling through space forever. Which makes the Dark Web more like ancient archaeology, and the Deep Web more like the wrong side of the tracks.
The internet is not a physical place. There are no physical characteristics to it at all.”
We’re going to beat you so hard your kids will be born dizzy.”
“I might have been glamorizing our situation a little. Or exaggerating for effect. As in, we fake it till we make it.
I wrote some browser software. Based on Tor, which is what they all
use. Which was written by the United States Naval Research Laboratory, ironically. To provide a safe haven for political dissidents and whistleblowers, all around the world.
Tor stands for The Onion Router. Because that’s what we’re dealing with here. Layers upon layers upon layers, like the layers of an onion, in th...
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“Searching the Deep Web is technically elegant, but being in it can be unpleasant.
A third of it is a vast criminal marketplace, where everything is for sale, from your credit card number to murder.
“The second leg of the Deep Web stool is pornography of the nastiest sort. Stomach-turning, even for me, and I’m not exactly a mainstream person.”
The third leg of the Deep Web is suicide.”
These are not temporary ups and downs. These people hate their lives, deeply and sincerely, and they want them to stop.
They want to catch the bus. That’s the phrase they use. They want to catch the bus out of town.
If you have to
hold your breath too long, what is it that makes you desperate to breathe again?”
It isn’t the absence of oxygen. It’s the presence of carbon dioxide.
“Seconal has gone completely. Nembutal is the last chance. Now the holy grail all by itself. The only legal use for Nembutal in the United States is large-animal euthanasia.
That’s classic aphasia. You forgot a word and you worked around it.
your brain bounced from side to side in your skull like a goldfish in a test tube. What we call coup and contre-coup.”
Two identical MP5K sub-machineguns.
Single shot or full auto, and full auto could hit as high as nine hundred rounds a minute. Which was fifteen bullets a second.
“It’s a corruption of the old Arapaho Indian name. One word, but it sounds like two. It means the place where bad things grow.”
