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I
barely
saw
it
happen
.
My
recently
re
-
sleeved
senses
scrabbled
for
a
reaction
,
aeons
too
late
.
The
synthetic
woman
leaned
close
to
the
side
of
my
face
.
"
Don
’
t
you
ever
threaten
me
,
you
piece
of
shit
,
"
she
said
softly
.
"
You
got
these
clowns
scared
,
they
’
re
anchored
in
place
and
they
think
you
’
re
carrying
the
weight
to
sink
them
.
That
doesn
’
t
work
with
me
.
Got
it
?
"
I
looked
at
her
out
of
the
corner
of
my
eye
,
the
best
I
could
manage
with
my
head
jammed
up
by
the
gun
.
"
Got
it
,
"
I
said
.
"
Good
,
"
she
breathed
,
and
removed
the
blaster
.
"
You
check
out
with
Ray
,
I
’
ll
line
up
and
apologise
with
everybody
else
.
But
until
then
you
’
re
just
another
potential
wipeout
gibbering
for
your
stack
.
"
At
a
rapid
pace
,
we
went
down
corridors
that
I
tried
to
memorise
and
into
a
lift
identical
to
the
one
that
had
delivered
me
to
the
clinic
.
I
counted
the
floors
off
again
,
and
when
we
stepped
out
into
the
parking
area
my
eyes
jerked
involuntarily
to
the
door
that
they
had
taken
Louise
through
.
My
recollections
of
time
during
the
torture
were
hazy
—
the
Envoy
conditioning
was
deliberately
curtaining
off
the
experience
to
avert
the
trauma
—
but
even
if
it
had
gone
on
a
couple
of
days
,
that
was
about
ten
minutes
real
time
.
I
’
d
probably
only
been
in
the
clinic
an
hour
or
two
maximum
,
and
Louise
’
s
body
might
still
be
waiting
for
the
knife
behind
that
door
,
her
mind
still
stacked
.
"
Get
in
the
car
,
"
said
the
woman
laconically
.
This
time
my
ride
was
a
larger
,
more
elegant
machine
,
reminiscent
of
Bancroft
’
s
limousine
.
There
was
already
a
driver
in
the
forward
cabin
,
liveried
and
shaven
-
headed
with
the
bar
code
of
his
employer
printed
above
his
left
ear
.
I
’
d
seen
quite
a
few
of
these
on
the
streets
of
Bay
City
,
and
wondered
why
anyone
would
submit
to
it
.
On
Harlan
’
s
World
no
one
outside
the
military
would
be
seen
dead
with
authorisation
stripes
.
It
was
too
close
to
the
serfdom
of
the
Settlement
years
for
comfort
.
A
second
man
stood
by
the
rear
cabin
door
,
an
ugly
-
looking
machine
pistol
dangling
negligently
from
his
hand
.
He
too
had
the
shaven
skull
and
the
bar
code
.
I
looked
hard
at
it
as
I
passed
him
and
got
into
the
rear
cabin
.
The
synthetic
woman
leaned
down
to
talk
to
the
chauffeur
and
I
cranked
up
the
neurachem
to
eavesdrop
.
"
…
head
in
the
clouds
.
I
want
to
be
there
before
midnight
.
"
