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"
Not
any
more
he
isn
’
t
.
"
I
glanced
sideways
at
her
.
"
You
got
a
cigarette
?
"
She
passed
me
the
packet
wordlessly
.
I
shook
one
out
,
fitted
it
into
the
corner
of
my
mouth
,
touched
the
ignition
patch
to
the
end
and
drew
deeply
.
The
movements
happened
as
one
,
reflex
conditioned
over
years
like
a
macro
of
need
.
I
didn
’
t
have
to
consciously
do
anything
.
The
smoke
curling
into
my
lungs
was
like
a
breath
of
the
perfume
you
remember
an
old
lover
wearing
.
"
He
knew
me
.
"
I
exhaled
.
"
And
he
knew
his
Quellist
history
too
.
‘
That
’
s
fucking
enough
’
is
what
a
Quellist
guerrilla
called
Iffy
Deme
said
when
she
died
under
interrogation
during
the
Unsettlement
on
Harlan
’
s
World
.
She
was
wired
with
internal
explosives
and
she
brought
the
house
down
.
Sound
familiar
?
Now
who
do
we
know
who
can
swap
Quell
quotes
like
a
Millsport
native
?
"
"
He
’
s
in
the
fucking
store
,
Kovacs
.
You
can
’
t
get
someone
out
of
the
store
without
—
"
"
Without
an
AI
.
With
an
AI
,
you
can
do
it
.
I
’
ve
seen
it
done
.
Core
command
on
Adoracion
did
it
with
our
prisoners
of
war
,
like
that
.
"
I
snapped
my
fingers
.
"
Like
hooking
elephant
rays
off
a
spawning
reef
.
"
"
As
easy
as
that
?
"
Ortega
said
ironically
.
I
sucked
down
some
more
smoke
and
ignored
her
.
"
You
remember
when
we
were
in
virtual
with
Kadmin
,
we
got
that
lightning
effect
across
the
sky
?
"
"
Didn
’
t
see
it
.
No
,
wait
,
yeah
.
I
thought
it
was
a
glitch
.
"
"
It
wasn
’
t
.
It
touched
him
.
Reflected
in
the
table
.
