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Machine
idiolect
.
It
doesn
’
t
matter
how
sophisticated
they
get
,
they
still
end
up
sounding
like
a
playgroup
learning
box
.
I
sighed
and
looked
directly
ahead
at
the
slice
-
of
-
virtual
-
life
holos
on
the
wall
.
"
You
want
out
,
now
’
d
be
a
good
time
to
tell
me
"
"
I
do
not
want
out
,
Takeshi
Kovacs
.
I
merely
wished
to
acquaint
you
with
the
considerations
involved
in
this
course
of
action
.
"
"
OK
.
I
’
m
acquainted
.
"
I
glanced
up
at
the
digital
display
and
watched
the
next
full
minute
turn
over
.
Another
four
hours
for
Miller
.
In
the
routine
the
Hendrix
was
running
,
he
would
not
get
hungry
or
thirsty
,
or
have
to
attend
to
any
other
bodily
functions
.
Sleep
was
possible
,
although
the
machine
would
not
allow
it
to
become
a
withdrawal
coma
.
All
Miller
had
to
contend
with
,
apart
from
the
discomfort
of
his
surroundings
,
was
himself
.
In
the
end
it
was
that
which
would
drive
him
insane
.
I
hoped
.
None
of
the
Right
Hand
of
God
martyrs
we
put
through
the
routine
had
lasted
more
than
fifteen
minutes
real
time
,
but
they
had
been
flesh
and
blood
warriors
,
fanatically
brave
in
their
own
arena
but
totally
unversed
in
virtual
techniques
.
They
had
also
been
endowed
with
a
strong
religious
dogma
that
permitted
them
to
commit
numerous
atrocities
so
long
as
it
held
,
but
when
it
went
,
it
went
like
a
dam
wall
and
their
own
resultant
self
-
loathing
had
eaten
them
alive
.
Miller
’
s
mind
would
be
nowhere
near
as
simplistic
,
nor
as
initially
self
-
righteous
,
and
his
conditioning
would
be
good
.
Outside
,
it
would
be
getting
dark
.
I
watched
the
clock
,
and
forced
myself
not
to
smoke
.
Tried
,
with
less
success
,
not
to
think
about
Ortega
.
Ryker
’
s
sleeve
was
getting
to
be
a
pain
in
the
balls
.
Miller
cracked
at
twenty
-
one
minutes
.
It
didn
’
t
need
the
Hendrix
to
tell
me
,
the
datalink
terminal
that
I
had
jacked
into
the
virtual
phone
suddenly
sputtered
to
life
and
started
chittering
out
hardcopy
.
I
got
up
and
went
over
to
look
at
what
was
coming
out
.
The
program
was
supposed
to
tidy
up
what
Miller
was
saying
so
it
read
sanely
,
but
even
after
processing
,
the
transcript
was
pretty
incoherent
.
Miller
had
let
himself
slide
close
to
the
edge
before
he
’
d
given
in
.
I
scanned
the
first
few
lines
and
saw
the
beginnings
of
what
I
wanted
emerging
from
the
gibberish
.
