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There
was
a
pause
before
she
spoke
.
Then
,
grudgingly
.
"
All
we
had
.
It
was
a
snap
thing
,
we
had
to
get
you
covered
quick
,
after
you
dumped
the
clothes
.
"
"
The
clothes
.
"
I
closed
my
eyes
.
"
Oh
,
no
.
You
tagged
the
suit
?
That
simple
?
"
"
Yep
.
"
I
threw
my
mind
back
to
my
first
meeting
with
Ortega
.
The
justice
facility
,
the
ride
out
to
Suntouch
House
.
The
total
recall
ripped
through
the
footage
on
fast
forward
.
I
saw
us
standing
on
the
sunlit
lawn
with
Miriam
Bancroft
.
Ortega
departing
…
"
Got
it
!
"
I
snapped
my
fingers
.
"
You
hammered
me
on
the
shoulder
when
you
left
.
I
can
’
t
believe
I
’
m
this
stupid
.
"
"
Enzyme
bond
bleeper
,
"
said
Ortega
matter
-
of
-
factly
.
"
Not
much
bigger
than
a
fly
’
s
eye
.
And
we
figured
,
with
autumn
well
set
in
you
wouldn
’
t
be
going
many
places
without
your
jacket
.
Course
,
when
you
offloaded
it
into
that
skip
we
thought
you
’
d
tipped
us
.
"
"
No
.
Nothing
so
bright
.
"
"
That
’
s
it
,
"
announced
Micky
suddenly
.
"
Ladies
and
gentlemen
,
hold
onto
your
spinal
spiral
,
we
are
in
the
pipe
.
"
It
was
a
rougher
ride
than
I
’
d
expected
from
a
government
department
installation
,
but
no
worse
than
many
jury
-
rigged
virtuals
I
’
d
done
on
the
World
.
First
the
hypnos
,
pulsing
their
sonocodes
until
the
dull
grey
ceiling
grew
abruptly
fascinating
with
fishtail
swirls
of
light
and
meaning
drained
out
of
the
universe
like
dirty
water
from
a
sink
.
And
then
I
was
