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I
pressed
one
nostril
closed
and
snorted
tank
gel
out
of
the
other
.
"
Want
to
tell
me
where
I
am
?
Itemise
my
rights
,
something
like
that
?
"
"
Kovacs
,
right
now
you
don
’
t
have
any
rights
.
"
I
looked
up
and
saw
that
a
grim
smile
had
stitched
itself
across
his
face
.
I
shrugged
and
snorted
the
other
nostril
clean
.
"
Want
to
tell
me
where
I
am
?
"
He
hesitated
a
moment
,
glanced
up
at
the
neon
-
barred
roof
as
if
to
ascertain
the
information
for
himself
before
he
passed
it
on
,
and
then
mirrored
my
shrug
.
"
Sure
.
Why
not
?
You
’
re
in
Bay
City
,
pal
.
Bay
City
,
Earth
.
"
The
grimace
of
a
smile
came
back
.
"
Home
of
the
Human
Race
.
Please
enjoy
your
stay
on
this
most
ancient
of
civilised
worlds
.
Ta
-
dada
-
DAH
.
"
"
Don
’
t
give
up
the
day
job
,
"
I
told
him
soberly
.
The
doctor
led
me
down
a
long
white
corridor
whose
floor
bore
the
scuff
marks
of
rubber
-
wheeled
gurneys
.
She
was
moving
at
quite
a
pace
and
I
was
hard
pressed
to
keep
up
,
wrapped
as
I
was
in
nothing
but
a
plain
grey
towel
and
still
dripping
tank
gel
.
Her
manner
was
superficially
bedside
,
but
there
was
a
harried
undercurrent
to
it
.
She
had
a
sheaf
of
curling
hardcopy
documentation
under
her
arm
and
other
places
to
be
.
I
wondered
how
many
sleevings
she
got
through
in
a
day
.
