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Maelcum
grinned
.
Case
jacked
back
in
.
'
Christ
on
a
crutch
,
’
the
Flatline
said
,
'
take
a
look
at
this
.
’
The
Chinese
virus
was
unfolding
around
them
.
Polychrome
shadow
,
countless
translucent
layers
shifting
and
recombining
.
Protean
,
enormous
,
it
towered
above
them
,
blotting
out
the
void
.
'
Big
mother
,
’
the
Flatline
said
.
'
I
’
m
gonna
check
Molly
,
’
Case
said
,
tapping
the
simstim
switch
.
Freefall
.
The
sensation
was
like
diving
through
perfectly
clear
water
.
She
was
falling
-
rising
through
a
wide
tube
of
fluted
lunar
concrete
,
lit
at
two
-
meter
intervals
by
rings
of
white
neon
.
The
link
was
one
way
.
He
couldn
’
t
talk
to
her
.
He
flipped
.
'
Boy
,
that
is
one
mean
piece
of
software
.
Hottest
thing
since
sliced
bread
.
That
goddam
thing
’
s
invisible
.
I
just
now
rented
twenty
seconds
on
that
little
pink
box
,
four
jumps
left
of
the
T
-
A
ice
;
had
a
look
at
what
we
look
like
.
We
don
’
t
.
We
’
re
not
there
.
’
