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Elsewhere
.
It
spread
out
around
me
,
racing
away
from
my
viewpoint
in
all
directions
like
nothing
so
much
as
a
huge
magnification
of
one
of
the
spiral
steps
we
had
used
to
get
down
from
the
gantry
.
Steel
grey
,
stippled
every
few
metres
with
a
nipple
-
like
swelling
,
receding
to
infinity
.
The
sky
above
was
a
paler
shade
of
the
same
grey
with
shiftings
that
seemed
vaguely
to
suggest
bars
and
antique
locks
.
Nice
psychology
,
assuming
any
of
the
felons
interrogated
had
anything
but
race
memory
of
what
an
actual
lock
looked
like
.
In
front
of
me
softly
shaped
grey
furniture
was
evolving
from
the
floor
like
a
sculpture
from
a
pool
of
mercury
.
A
plain
metal
table
first
,
then
two
chairs
this
side
,
one
opposite
.
Their
edges
and
surfaces
ran
liquidly
smooth
for
the
final
seconds
of
their
emergence
,
then
snapped
solid
and
geometric
as
they
took
on
an
existence
separate
to
the
floor
.
Ortega
appeared
beside
me
,
at
first
a
pale
pencil
sketch
of
a
woman
,
all
flickering
lines
and
diffident
shading
.
As
I
watched
,
pastel
colours
raced
through
her
and
her
movements
grew
more
defined
.
She
was
turning
to
speak
to
me
,
one
hand
reaching
into
the
pocket
of
her
jacket
.
I
waited
and
the
final
gloss
of
colour
popped
out
onto
her
surfaces
.
She
produced
her
cigarettes
.
"
Smoke
?
"
"
No
thanks
,
I
—
"
Realising
the
futility
of
worrying
about
virtual
health
,
I
accepted
the
packet
and
shook
one
out
.
Ortega
lit
us
both
with
her
petrol
lighter
,
and
the
first
bite
of
smoke
in
my
lungs
was
ecstasy
.
I
looked
up
at
the
geometric
sky
.
"
Is
this
standard
?
"
"
Pretty
much
.
"
Ortega
squinted
into
the
distance
.
"
Resolution
looks
a
bit
higher
than
usual
.
Think
Micky
’
s
showing
off
.
"
Kadmin
scribbled
into
existence
on
the
other
side
of
the
table
.
Before
the
virtual
program
had
even
coloured
him
in
properly
,
he
became
aware
of
us
and
folded
his
arms
across
his
chest
.
If
my
appearance
in
the
cell
was
putting
him
off
balance
as
hoped
,
it
didn
’
t
show
.
"
Again
,
lieutenant
?
"
he
said
when
the
programme
had
rendered
him
complete
.
"
There
is
a
UN
ruling
on
maximum
virtual
time
for
one
arrest
,
you
know
.
"
