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The
chain
ended
in
a
massive
iron
hook
,
in
the
crook
of
which
stood
the
speaker
,
one
hand
still
holding
a
prehistoric
tannoy
microphone
,
the
other
gripped
lightly
around
the
rising
chain
.
He
was
dressed
in
an
inappropriate
-
looking
grey
suit
that
flapped
in
the
wind
,
leaning
out
from
the
chain
at
a
fastidious
angle
,
hair
glinting
in
a
wandering
shaft
of
sunlight
.
I
narrowed
my
eyes
to
confirm
.
Synthetic
.
Cheap
synthetic
.
The
crane
swung
out
over
the
curved
cover
of
the
cargo
cell
and
the
synth
alighted
elegantly
on
the
top
,
looking
down
on
us
.
"
Elias
Ryker
,
"
he
said
,
and
his
voice
was
not
much
smoother
than
the
tannoy
had
been
.
Someone
had
done
a
real
cut
-
rate
job
on
the
vocal
cords
.
He
shook
his
head
.
"
We
thought
we
’
d
seen
the
last
of
you
.
How
short
the
legislature
’
s
memory
.
"
"
Carnage
?
"
Ortega
lifted
a
hand
to
shade
against
the
sudden
sunlight
.
"
That
you
?
"
The
synthetic
bowed
faintly
and
stowed
the
tannoy
mike
inside
his
jacket
.
He
began
to
pick
his
way
down
the
sloping
cell
cover
.
"
Emcee
Carnage
,
at
your
service
,
officers
.
And
pray
what
have
we
done
to
offend
today
?
"
I
said
nothing
.
From
the
sound
of
it
,
I
was
supposed
to
know
this
Carnage
,
and
I
didn
’
t
have
enough
to
work
with
at
the
moment
.
Remembering
what
Ortega
had
told
me
,
I
fixed
the
approaching
synth
with
a
blank
stare
,
and
hoped
I
was
being
sufficiently
Ryker
-
like
.
The
synthetic
reached
the
edge
of
the
cell
cover
and
jumped
down
.
Up
close
,
I
saw
that
it
wasn
’
t
only
the
vocal
cords
that
were
crude
.
This
body
was
so
far
from
the
one
Trepp
had
been
using
when
I
torched
her
,
it
was
barely
deserving
of
the
same
name
.
I
wondered
briefly
if
it
was
some
kind
of
antique
.
The
black
hair
was
coarse
and
enamelled
-
looking
,
the
face
slack
silicoflesh
,
the
pale
blue
eyes
clearly
logo
’
d
across
the
white
.
The
body
looked
solid
,
but
a
little
too
solid
,
and
the
arms
were
slightly
wrong
,
reminiscent
of
snakes
rather
than
limbs
.
The
hands
at
the
ends
of
the
cuffs
were
smooth
and
lineless
.
The
synth
offered
one
featureless
palm
,
as
if
for
inspection
.
"
Well
?
"
he
asked
gently
.
