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Case
chewed
his
lower
lip
and
gazed
out
across
the
plateaus
of
the
Eastern
Seaboard
Fission
Authority
,
into
the
infinite
neuroelectronic
void
of
the
matrix
.
'
Tessier
-
Ashpool
,
Dixie
?
’
'
Tessier
,
yeah
.
’
'
And
you
went
back
?
’
'
Sure
.
I
was
crazy
.
Figured
I
’
d
try
to
cut
it
.
Hit
the
first
strata
and
that
’
s
all
she
wrote
.
My
joeboy
smelled
the
skin
frying
and
pulled
the
trodes
off
me
.
Mean
shit
,
that
ice
.
’
'
And
your
EEG
was
flat
.
’
'
Well
,
that
’
s
the
stuff
of
legend
,
ain
’
t
it
?
’
Case
jacked
out
.
'
Shit
,
’
he
said
,
'
how
do
you
think
Dixie
got
himself
flatlined
,
huh
?
Trying
to
buzz
an
AI
.
Great
.
.
.
’
'
Go
on
,
’
she
said
,
'
the
two
of
you
are
supposed
to
be
dynamite
,
right
?
’
'
Dix
,
’
Case
said
,
'
I
wanna
have
a
look
at
an
AI
in
Berne
.
Can
you
think
of
any
reason
not
to
?
’
'
Not
unless
you
got
a
morbid
fear
of
death
,
no
.
’
