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Inside
,
the
place
reminded
me
of
the
chart
room
at
Suntouch
House
.
There
was
space
,
and
light
flooding
in
from
two
storeys
of
tall
windows
.
The
first
floor
had
been
removed
and
replaced
with
a
wide
gallery
on
four
sides
overlooking
the
ground
level
.
The
walls
were
hung
with
flat
display
cases
and
the
space
under
the
gallery
overhang
hosted
heavy
glass
-
topped
trolleys
that
performed
the
same
function
.
There
was
the
faint
tang
of
an
ambient
modifier
in
the
air
,
scent
of
old
trees
under
the
gun
oil
,
and
the
floor
under
my
newly
booted
feet
was
carpeted
.
A
black
steel
face
appeared
over
the
gallery
rail
.
Green
photo
-
receptors
burned
in
place
of
eyes
.
"
May
I
be
of
assistance
,
sir
?
"
"
I
’
m
Takeshi
Kovacs
.
I
’
m
here
from
Laurens
Bancroft
,
"
I
said
,
tipping
my
head
back
to
meet
the
mandroid
’
s
gaze
.
"
I
’
m
looking
for
some
hardware
.
"
"
Of
course
,
sir
.
"
The
voice
was
smoothly
male
and
devoid
of
any
sales
subsonics
I
could
detect
.
"
Mr
.
Bancroft
told
us
to
expect
you
.
I
am
with
a
client
,
but
I
shall
be
down
presently
.
Please
make
yourself
at
home
.
There
are
chairs
to
your
left
and
a
refreshments
cabinet
.
Please
help
yourself
.
"
The
head
disappeared
and
a
murmured
conversation
I
had
vaguely
registered
when
I
came
in
was
resumed
.
I
located
the
refreshments
cabinet
,
found
it
stocked
with
alcohol
and
cigars
and
closed
it
hurriedly
.
The
painkillers
had
taken
the
edge
off
the
Merge
Nine
hangover
,
but
I
was
in
no
fit
state
for
further
abuse
.
With
a
light
shock
,
I
realised
I
’
d
gone
through
the
day
so
far
without
a
cigarette
.
I
wandered
over
to
the
nearest
display
case
and
looked
in
at
a
selection
of
samurai
swords
.
There
were
date
tickets
attached
to
the
scabbards
.
Some
of
them
were
older
than
me
.
The
next
case
held
a
rack
of
brown
and
grey
projectile
weapons
that
seemed
to
have
been
grown
rather
than
machined
.
The
barrels
sprouted
from
organically
curved
wrappings
that
flared
gently
back
to
the
stock
.
These
too
were
dated
back
into
the
last
century
.
I
was
trying
to
decipher
the
curled
engraving
on
a
barrel
when
I
heard
a
metallic
tread
on
the
staircase
behind
me
.
"
Has
sir
found
anything
to
his
liking
?
"
I
turned
to
face
the
approaching
mandroid
.
Its
entire
body
was
the
same
polished
gunmetal
,
moulded
into
the
muscle
configuration
of
an
archetypal
human
male
.
Only
the
genitals
were
absent
.
The
face
was
long
and
thin
,
fine
-
featured
enough
to
hold
attention
despite
its
immobility
.
The
head
was
carved
into
furrows
to
represent
thick
backcombed
hair
.
Stamped
across
the
chest
was
the
almost
eroded
legend
Mars
Expo
2076
.
