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"
Grinding
through
the
machine
,
"
she
said
.
"
We
’
ll
get
there
.
"
"
Good
.
"
I
climbed
out
into
the
wind
and
rain
,
raising
my
voice
.
"
Thanks
for
the
lift
.
"
She
nodded
gravely
,
then
tipped
her
head
back
to
say
something
to
the
pilot
behind
her
.
The
whine
of
the
turbines
built
and
I
ducked
hurriedly
out
from
under
the
hatch
as
it
began
to
close
.
As
I
stepped
back
,
the
transport
unglued
itself
and
lifted
away
,
lights
flashing
.
I
caught
a
final
glimpse
of
Ortega
’
s
face
through
the
rain
-
streaked
cabin
window
,
then
the
wind
seemed
to
carry
the
little
craft
away
like
an
autumn
leaf
,
wheeling
away
and
down
towards
the
streets
below
.
In
seconds
it
was
indistinguishable
from
the
thousands
of
other
flyers
speckling
the
night
sky
.
I
turned
and
walked
against
the
wind
to
the
drop
pad
’
s
access
staircase
.
My
suit
was
sodden
from
the
rain
.
What
had
possessed
Bancroft
to
outfit
me
for
summer
with
the
scrambled
weather
systems
that
Bay
City
had
so
far
exhibited
was
beyond
me
.
On
Harlan
’
s
World
,
when
it
’
s
winter
,
it
stays
that
way
long
enough
for
you
to
make
decisions
about
your
wardrobe
.
The
upper
levels
of
the
Hendrix
were
in
darkness
relieved
only
by
the
occasional
glow
of
dying
illuminum
tiles
,
but
the
hotel
obligingly
lit
my
way
with
neon
tubes
that
flickered
on
in
my
path
and
died
out
again
behind
me
.
It
was
a
weird
effect
,
making
me
feel
as
if
I
was
carrying
a
candle
or
torch
.
"
You
have
a
visitor
,
"
the
hotel
said
chattily
as
I
got
into
the
elevator
and
the
doors
whirred
closed
.
I
slammed
my
hand
against
the
emergency
stop
button
,
raw
flesh
stinging
where
I
’
d
skinned
my
palm
.
"
What
?
"
"
You
have
a
visi
—
"
"
Yeah
,
I
heard
.
"
It
occurred
to
me
,
briefly
,
to
wonder
if
the
AI
could
take
offence
at
my
tone
.
"
Who
is
it
,
and
where
are
they
?
"
"
She
identifies
herself
as
Miriam
Bancroft
.
Subsequent
search
of
the
city
archives
has
confirmed
sleeve
identity
.
I
have
allowed
her
to
wait
in
your
room
,
since
she
is
unarmed
and
you
left
nothing
of
consequence
there
this
morning
.
Aside
from
refreshment
,
she
has
touched
nothing
.
"
