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"
At
this
point
we
dispense
with
image
,
"
said
Carnage
carelessly
.
"
Bare
bones
low
-
tech
is
all
very
well
for
the
audience
,
but
behind
the
scenes
,
well
,
"
he
gestured
around
at
the
gleaming
facilities
,
"
you
can
’
t
make
an
omelette
without
a
little
oil
in
the
pan
.
"
The
forward
cargo
section
was
huge
and
chilly
,
the
lighting
gloomy
,
the
technology
aggressively
massive
.
Where
Bancroft
’
s
low
-
lit
womb
mausoleum
at
PsychaSec
had
spoken
in
soft
,
cultured
tones
of
the
trappings
of
wealth
,
where
the
re
-
sleeving
room
at
the
Bay
City
storage
facility
had
groaned
minimal
funding
for
minimal
deservers
,
the
Panama
Rose
’
s
body
bank
was
a
brutal
growl
of
power
.
The
storage
tubes
were
racked
on
heavy
chains
like
torpedoes
on
either
side
of
us
,
jacked
into
a
central
monitor
system
at
one
end
of
the
hold
via
thick
black
cables
that
twisted
across
the
floor
like
pythons
.
The
monitor
unit
itself
squatted
heavily
ahead
of
us
like
an
altar
to
some
unpleasant
spider
god
.
We
approached
it
on
a
metal
jetty
raised
a
quarter
-
metre
above
the
frozen
writhings
of
the
data
cables
.
Behind
it
to
left
and
right
,
set
into
the
far
wall
,
were
the
square
glass
sides
of
two
spacious
decanting
tanks
.
The
right
-
hand
tank
already
held
a
sleeve
,
floating
backlit
and
tethered
cruciform
by
monitor
lines
.
It
was
like
walking
into
the
Andric
cathedral
in
New
-
pest
.
Carnage
walked
to
the
central
monitor
,
turned
and
spread
his
arms
rather
like
the
sleeve
above
and
behind
him
.
"
Where
would
you
like
to
start
?
I
assume
you
’
ve
brought
sophisticated
bomb
detection
equipment
with
you
.
"
Ortega
ignored
him
.
She
took
a
couple
of
steps
closer
to
the
decanting
tank
and
looked
up
into
the
wash
of
cool
green
light
it
cast
down
into
the
gloom
.
"
This
one
of
tonight
’
s
whores
?
"
she
asked
.
Carnage
sniffed
.
"
In
not
so
many
words
,
it
is
.
I
do
wish
you
’
d
understand
the
difference
between
what
they
peddle
in
those
greasy
little
shops
down
the
coast
,
and
this
.
"
"
So
do
I
,
"
Ortega
told
him
,
eyes
still
upward
on
the
body
.
"
Where
’
d
you
get
this
one
from
,
then
?
"
"
How
should
I
know
?
"
Carnage
made
a
show
of
studying
the
plastic
nails
on
his
right
hand
.
"
Oh
,
we
have
the
bill
of
sale
somewhere
,
if
you
must
look
.
By
the
look
of
him
,
I
’
d
say
this
one
’
s
out
of
Nippon
Organics
,
or
one
of
the
Pacific
Rim
combines
.
Does
it
really
matter
?
"
