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THE SKY ABOVE the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
By day, the bars down Ninsei were shuttered and featureless, the neon dead, the holograms inert, waiting, under the poisoned silver sky.
He’d lived for so long on a constant edge of anxiety that he’d almost forgotten what real fear was.
“You’re okay, Case. What got you, it’s just called bad luck.”
Not really. He screwed himself by not following the rules of the game.
The junk looked like something that had grown there, a fungus of twisted metal and plastic.
Like
On his way back to the lobby, his cigarettes forgotten, he had to walk the length of the ranked phones. Each rang in turn, but only once, as he passed.
O.O
Twenty minutes, then gravity came down on him like a great soft hand with bones of ancient stone.
Good line
His voice was cool and pleasant. His every move was part of a dance, a dance that never ended, even when his body was still, at rest, but for all the power it suggested, there was also a humility, an open simplicity.
Cool
“No. I saw her death coming. In the patterns you sometimes imagined you could detect in the dance of the street. Those patterns are real. I am complex enough, in my narrow ways, to read those dances. Far better than Wintermute can.
Cool
Beyond ego, beyond personality, beyond awareness, he moved, Kuang moving with him, evading his attackers with an ancient dance, Hideo’s dance, grace of the mind-body interface granted him, in that second, by the clarity and singleness of his wish to die.
Cool
