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"
I
give
a
fuck
where
you
’
re
from
?
Fucking
grasshopper
?
Get
out
of
my
face
.
"
I
left
him
there
,
wondering
idly
as
I
crossed
the
street
if
there
was
any
moral
difference
between
him
and
the
genetic
designers
who
had
built
Merge
Nine
into
Miriam
Bancroft
’
s
sleeve
.
I
paused
on
a
corner
and
bent
my
head
to
kindle
a
cigarette
Mid
afternoon
.
My
first
of
the
day
.
As
I
dressed
in
the
mirror
that
night
,
I
suffered
the
hard
-
edged
conviction
that
someone
else
was
wearing
my
sleeve
and
that
I
had
been
reduced
to
the
role
of
a
passenger
in
the
observation
car
behind
the
eyes
.
Psychoentirety
rejection
,
they
call
it
.
Or
just
fragmenting
.
It
’
s
not
unusual
to
get
some
tremors
,
even
when
you
’
re
an
experienced
sleeve
-
changer
,
but
this
was
the
worst
case
I
’
d
had
for
years
.
For
long
moments
I
was
literally
terrified
to
have
a
detailed
thought
,
in
case
the
man
in
the
mirror
noticed
my
presence
.
Frozen
,
I
watched
him
adjust
the
Tebbit
knife
in
its
neurospring
sheath
,
pick
up
the
Nemex
and
the
Philips
gun
one
by
one
and
check
the
load
of
each
weapon
.
The
slug
guns
had
both
come
equipped
with
cheap
Fibregrip
holsters
that
enzyme
-
bonded
to
clothing
wherever
they
were
pressed
.
The
man
in
the
mirror
settled
the
Nemex
under
his
left
arm
where
it
would
be
hidden
by
his
jacket
and
stowed
the
Philips
gun
in
the
small
of
his
back
.
He
practised
snatching
the
guns
from
their
holsters
a
couple
of
times
,
throwing
them
out
at
his
reflection
,
but
there
was
no
need
.
The
virtual
practice
discs
had
lived
up
to
Clive
’
s
promises
.
He
was
ready
to
kill
someone
with
either
weapon
.
I
shifted
behind
his
eyes
.
Reluctantly
,
he
stripped
off
the
guns
and
the
knife
and
laid
them
once
more
on
the
bed
.
Then
he
stood
for
a
while
until
the
unreasonable
feeling
of
nakedness
had
passed
.
The
weakness
of
weapons
,
Virginia
Vidaura
had
called
it
,
and
from
day
one
in
Envoy
training
it
was
considered
a
cardinal
sin
to
fall
into
it
.
A
weapon
—
any
weapon
—
is
a
tool
,
she
told
us
.
Cradled
in
her
arms
was
a
Sunjet
particle
gun
.
Designed
for
a
specific
purpose
,
just
as
any
tool
is
,
and
only
useful
in
that
purpose
.
You
would
think
a
man
a
fool
to
carry
a
force
hammer
with
him
everywhere
simply
because
he
is
an
engineer
.
And
as
it
is
with
engineers
,
so
it
is
doubly
with
Envoys
.
