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Raining
data
.
You
can
see
it
on
some
virtual
maps
,
it
looks
like
someone
’
s
knitting
the
world
a
scarf
.
"
He
looked
down
at
me
again
,
eyes
shiny
.
"
Irene
said
that
.
Knitting
the
world
a
scarf
.
Some
of
that
scarf
is
people
.
Digitised
rich
folks
,
on
their
way
between
bodies
.
Skeins
of
memory
and
feeling
and
thought
,
packaged
up
by
numbers
.
"
Now
I
thought
I
knew
what
was
coming
,
but
I
kept
quiet
.
"
If
you
’
re
good
,
like
she
was
,
and
you
’
ve
got
the
equipment
,
you
can
sample
those
signals
.
They
call
them
mindbites
.
Moments
in
the
head
of
a
fashion
-
house
princess
,
the
ideas
of
a
particle
theorist
,
memories
from
a
king
’
s
childhood
.
There
’
s
a
market
for
this
stuff
.
Oh
,
the
society
magazines
run
edited
skullwalks
of
these
sorts
of
people
,
but
it
’
s
all
authorised
,
sanitised
.
Cut
for
public
consumption
.
No
unguarded
moments
,
nothing
that
could
embarrass
anybody
or
damage
popularity
,
just
great
big
plastic
smiles
on
everything
.
That
ain
’
t
what
people
really
want
.
"
I
had
my
doubts
about
that
.
The
skullwalk
magazines
were
big
on
Harlan
’
s
World
as
well
,
and
the
only
time
their
consumers
protested
was
when
one
of
the
notables
they
portrayed
was
caught
in
some
moment
of
human
weakness
.
Infidelity
and
abusive
language
were
usually
the
biggest
generators
of
public
outcry
.
It
made
sense
.
Anyone
pitiful
enough
to
want
to
spend
so
much
time
outside
their
own
head
wasn
’
t
going
to
want
to
see
the
same
basic
human
realities
reflected
in
the
gilded
skulls
of
those
they
admired
.
"
With
mindbites
,
you
get
everything
,
"
said
Elliott
with
a
peculiar
enthusiasm
I
suspected
was
a
graft
from
his
wife
’
s
opinions
.
"
The
doubt
,
the
muck
,
the
humanity
.
People
will
pay
a
fortune
for
it
.
"
"
But
it
’
s
illegal
?
"
Elliott
gestured
at
the
shopfront
that
bore
his
name
.
"
The
data
market
was
down
.
Too
many
brokers
.
Saturated
.
We
had
a
clone
and
re
-
sleeving
policy
to
pay
on
both
of
us
,
plus
Elizabeth
.
My
tac
pension
wasn
’
t
going
to
be
enough
.
What
could
we
do
?
"
"
How
long
did
she
get
?
"
I
asked
him
softly
.
Elliott
stared
out
to
sea
.
"
Thirty
years
.
"
After
a
while
,
stare
still
fixed
on
the
horizon
,
he
said
,
"
I
was
OK
for
six
months
,
then
I
turn
on
the
screen
and
see
some
corporate
negotiator
wearing
Irene
’
s
body
.
"
He
half
-
turned
towards
me
and
coughed
out
something
that
might
have
been
a
laugh
.
"
Corporation
bought
it
direct
from
the
Bay
City
storage
facility
.
Paid
five
times
what
I
could
have
afforded
.
They
say
the
bitch
only
wears
it
alternate
months
.
"
