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I
snapped
up
from
the
waist
,
striking
for
his
groin
.
The
blow
was
out
,
spending
itself
in
the
meat
of
his
thigh
.
Almost
casually
,
he
swung
his
arm
and
the
power
knuckles
hit
me
in
the
face
.
I
saw
a
scribble
of
multicoloured
lights
and
then
everything
whited
out
.
The
noise
of
the
crowd
ballooned
in
my
head
,
and
behind
it
I
thought
I
could
hear
the
maelstrom
calling
me
.
It
all
cycled
in
and
out
of
focus
,
dip
and
whirl
like
a
grav
drop
,
while
the
neurachem
fought
to
keep
me
conscious
.
The
lights
swooped
down
and
then
back
to
the
ceiling
as
if
concerned
to
see
the
damage
that
had
been
done
to
me
,
but
only
superficially
,
and
easily
satisfied
.
Consciousness
was
something
in
wide
elliptical
orbit
around
my
head
.
Abruptly
I
was
back
on
Sharya
,
holed
up
in
the
wreck
of
the
disabled
spider
tank
with
Jimmy
de
Soto
.
"
Earth
?
"
His
grinning
blackout
striped
face
is
flashlit
by
laser
fire
from
outside
the
tank
.
"
It
’
s
a
shithole
,
man
.
Fucking
frozen
society
,
like
stepping
back
in
time
half
a
millennium
.
Nothing
happens
there
,
historical
events
aren
’
t
allowed
.
"
"
Bullshit
.
"
My
disbelief
is
punctuated
by
the
shrill
scream
of
an
incoming
marauder
bomb
.
Our
eyes
meet
across
the
gloom
of
the
tank
cabin
.
The
bombardment
has
been
going
on
since
nightfall
,
the
robot
weapons
hunting
on
infrared
and
motion
track
.
In
a
rare
moment
when
the
Sharyan
jamming
went
down
,
we
’
ve
heard
that
Admiral
Cursitor
’
s
IP
fleet
is
still
light
seconds
out
,
fighting
the
Sharyans
for
orbital
dominance
.
At
dawn
,
if
the
battle
isn
’
t
over
,
the
locals
will
probably
put
down
ground
troops
to
flush
us
out
.
The
odds
are
not
looking
good
.
At
least
the
betathanatine
crash
is
starting
to
wear
off
.
I
can
feel
my
temperature
beginning
to
climb
back
towards
normal
.
The
surrounding
air
no
longer
feels
like
hot
soup
and
breathing
is
ceasing
to
be
the
major
effort
it
was
when
our
heart
rates
were
down
near
flatline
.
The
robot
bomb
detonates
and
the
legs
of
the
tank
rattle
against
the
hull
with
the
near
miss
.
We
both
glance
reflexively
at
our
exposure
meters
.
"
Bullshit
,
is
it
?
"
Jimmy
peers
out
of
the
ragged
hole
we
blew
in
the
spider
tank
’
s
hull
.
"
Hey
,
you
’
re
not
from
there
.
I
am
,
and
I
’
m
telling
you
if
they
gave
me
the
choice
of
life
on
earth
or
fucking
storage
,
I
’
d
have
to
give
it
some
thought
.
You
get
the
chance
to
visit
,
don
’
t
.
"
I
blinked
the
glitch
away
.
Above
me
,
the
killing
knife
glinted
in
its
grav
field
like
sunlight
through
trees
.
Jimmy
was
fading
out
,
heading
past
the
knife
for
the
roof
.
"
Told
you
not
to
go
there
,
didn
’
t
I
pal
.
Now
look
at
you
.
Earth
.
"
He
spat
and
disappeared
,
leaving
the
echoes
of
his
voice
.
"
It
’
s
a
shithole
.
Got
to
get
to
the
next
screen
.
"
The
crowd
noise
had
settled
down
to
a
steady
chanting
.
