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The
two
of
us
crossed
Union
Square
,
pausing
to
take
in
another
Resolution
653
demonstration
that
had
stalled
in
a
corner
and
was
gradually
wearing
thin
.
The
chants
wavered
,
people
drifted
away
and
the
metallic
bark
of
the
p
.
a
.
system
was
beginning
to
sound
plaintive
.
There
was
a
good
chance
I
could
have
slipped
away
in
the
crowd
,
but
by
now
I
couldn
’
t
be
bothered
.
If
the
tail
had
been
going
to
do
anything
other
than
watch
,
he
’
d
had
his
chance
back
in
the
leafy
seclusion
of
the
hills
.
There
was
too
much
going
on
here
for
a
hit
.
I
steered
my
way
through
the
remnants
of
the
demonstration
,
brushing
aside
the
odd
leaflet
,
and
then
headed
south
towards
Mission
Street
and
the
Hendrix
.
On
my
way
down
Mission
,
I
stepped
inadvertently
into
the
cast
radius
of
a
street
seller
.
Instantly
,
my
head
flooded
with
images
.
I
was
moving
along
an
alley
full
of
women
whose
clothing
was
designed
to
display
more
dian
they
would
have
shown
of
themselves
naked
.
Boots
that
turned
legs
into
slices
of
consumer
flesh
above
the
knee
,
thighs
with
arrow
-
shaped
bands
pointing
the
way
,
structural
support
lifting
and
pressing
breasts
out
for
view
;
heavy
,
rounded
pendants
nestling
glans
-
like
in
sweat
-
beaded
cleavages
.
Tongues
flickered
out
,
licked
across
lips
painted
cherry
red
or
tomb
black
,
teeth
were
bared
in
challenge
.
A
tide
of
cool
swept
in
across
me
,
erasing
the
sweaty
need
and
turning
the
posturing
bodies
into
an
abstract
expression
of
womanhood
.
I
found
myself
tracking
angles
and
the
circumferences
of
bulges
like
a
machine
,
mapping
the
geometry
of
flesh
and
bone
as
if
the
women
were
a
species
of
plant
.
Betathanatine
.
The
Reaper
.
Final
offspring
of
an
extended
chemical
family
engineered
for
near
death
research
projects
early
in
the
millennium
,
betathanatine
brought
the
human
body
as
close
to
flatline
status
as
was
feasible
without
gross
cellular
damage
.
At
the
same
time
,
control
stimulants
in
the
Reaper
molecule
induced
a
clinical
functioning
of
intellect
which
had
enabled
researchers
to
go
through
artificially
induced
death
experiences
without
the
overwhelming
sense
of
emotion
and
wonder
that
might
mar
their
data
perception
.
Used
in
smaller
doses
,
Reaper
produced
a
depth
of
cool
indifference
to
such
things
as
pain
,
arousal
,
joy
and
grief
.
All
the
detachment
that
men
had
pretended
for
centuries
before
the
naked
female
form
was
there
for
the
taking
,
in
capsule
.
It
was
almost
custom
built
for
the
male
adolescent
market
.
It
was
also
an
ideal
military
drug
.
Riding
the
Reaper
,
a
Godwin
’
s
Dream
renouncer
monk
could
torch
a
village
full
of
women
and
children
and
feel
nothing
but
fascination
for
the
way
the
flames
melted
flesh
from
bone
.
The
last
time
I
’
d
used
betathanatine
had
been
in
street
battles
on
Sharya
.
A
full
dose
,
designed
to
bring
body
temperature
down
to
room
normal
and
slow
my
heart
to
a
fractional
rate
.
Tricks
to
beat
the
antipersonnel
detectors
on
Sharyan
spider
tanks
.
With
no
register
on
infrared
,
you
could
get
up
close
,
scale
a
leg
and
crack
the
hatches
with
termite
grenades
.
Concussed
by
the
shockwave
,
the
crew
usually
slaughtered
as
easily
as
newborn
kittens
.
"
Got
Stiff
,
man
,
"
said
a
hoarse
voice
redundantly
.
I
blinked
away
the
broadcast
and
found
myself
looking
at
a
pale
Caucasian
face
beneath
a
grey
cowl
.
The
broadcast
unit
sat
on
his
shoulder
,
tiny
red
active
lights
winking
at
me
like
bat
eyes
.
On
the
World
there
are
very
tight
laws
regulating
the
use
of
direct
-
to
-
head
dissemination
,
and
even
accidental
broadcasts
can
generate
the
same
kind
of
violence
as
spilling
someone
’
s
drink
in
a
wharf
-
front
bar
.
I
shot
out
one
arm
and
shoved
the
dealer
hard
in
the
chest
.
He
staggered
against
a
shop
front
.
