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Dialled
to
the
short
end
of
its
fuse
option
,
the
termite
microgrenade
was
designed
to
detonate
almost
instantaneously
and
to
deliver
ninety
per
cent
of
its
charge
to
the
contact
face
.
The
remaining
ten
per
cent
still
wrecked
my
hand
,
tearing
the
flesh
from
the
Khumalo
marrow
alloy
bones
and
carbon
-
reinforced
tendons
,
ripping
the
poly
-
bond
ligamenting
apart
and
punching
a
coin
-
sized
hole
in
my
palm
.
On
the
downward
side
,
the
window
shattered
like
a
thick
plate
of
river
ice
.
It
seemed
to
happen
in
slow
motion
.
I
felt
the
surface
cave
in
beside
me
and
then
I
was
sliding
sideways
into
the
gap
.
Vaguely
,
I
registered
the
rush
of
cold
air
into
the
cabin
.
Above
me
,
Kawahara
’
s
face
had
gone
stupid
with
shock
as
she
realised
what
had
happened
,
but
she
was
too
late
.
She
came
with
me
,
flailing
and
smashing
at
my
head
and
chest
,
but
unable
to
break
the
lock
I
had
on
her
waist
.
The
pliers
rose
and
fell
,
peeling
a
long
strip
of
flesh
from
one
cheekbone
,
plunging
once
into
my
wrecked
eye
,
but
by
now
the
pain
was
far
away
,
almost
irrelevant
,
consumed
entire
by
a
bonfire
of
rage
that
had
finally
broken
through
what
was
left
of
the
betathanatine
Tell
them
:
still
angry
.
Then
the
portion
of
glass
we
were
struggling
on
gave
way
and
tipped
us
out
into
the
wind
and
sky
.
And
we
fell
…
My
left
arm
was
paralysed
in
position
by
some
damage
the
explosion
had
done
,
but
as
we
started
to
tumble
down
through
the
chilled
darkness
I
brought
my
right
hand
around
and
cupped
the
other
grenade
against
the
base
of
Kawahara
’
s
skull
.
I
had
a
confused
glimpse
of
the
ocean
far
below
,
Head
in
the
Clouds
rocketing
upwards
away
from
us
and
an
expression
on
Reileen
Kawahara
’
s
face
that
had
left
sanity
as
far
behind
as
the
airship
.
Something
was
screaming
,
but
I
no
longer
knew
if
the
sound
came
from
within
or
without
.
Perception
was
spiralling
away
from
me
in
the
shrill
whistling
of
the
air
around
us
,
and
I
could
no
longer
find
my
way
back
to
the
little
window
of
individual
viewpoint
.
The
fall
was
as
seductive
as
sleep
.
With
what
remained
of
my
will
,
I
clamped
grenade
and
skull
against
my
own
chest
,
hard
enough
to
detonate
.
My
last
thought
was
the
hope
that
Davidson
was
watching
his
screen
.
The
address
was
,
ironically
enough
,
down
in
Licktown
.
I
left
the
autocab
two
blocks
north
and
walked
the
rest
of
the
way
,
unable
to
quite
shake
an
eerie
feeling
of
synthesis
,
as
if
the
machinery
of
the
cosmos
were
suddenly
poking
through
the
fabric
of
reality
for
me
to
see
.
The
apartment
I
was
looking
for
formed
part
of
a
U
-
shaped
block
with
a
cracked
and
weed
-
grown
concrete
landing
area
in
the
centre
.
Amongst
the
array
of
sad
-
looking
ground
and
flight
vehicles
,
I
spotted
the
micro
-
copter
immediately
.
Someone
had
given
it
a
purple
and
red
-
trim
paint
job
recently
,
and
though
it
still
listed
wearily
to
one
side
on
its
pods
there
were
shiny
clusters
of
expensive
-
looking
sensor
equipment
fitted
to
the
nose
and
tail
.
I
nodded
to
myself
and
went
up
a
flight
of
external
steps
to
the
second
floor
of
the
block
.
