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'
At
the
Villa
’
s
silicon
core
is
a
small
room
,
the
only
rectilinear
chamber
in
the
complex
.
Here
,
on
a
plain
pedestal
of
glass
,
rests
an
ornate
bust
,
platinum
and
cloisonn
,
studded
with
lapis
and
pearl
.
The
bright
marbles
of
its
eyes
were
cut
from
the
synthetic
ruby
viewport
of
the
ship
that
brought
the
first
Tessier
up
the
well
,
and
returned
for
the
first
Ashpool
.
.
’
The
head
fell
silent
.
'
Well
?
’
Case
asked
,
finally
almost
expecting
the
thing
to
answer
him
.
'
That
’
s
all
she
wrote
,
’
the
Finn
said
.
'
Didn
’
t
finish
it
.
Just
a
kid
then
.
This
thing
’
s
a
ceremonial
terminal
,
sort
of
.
I
need
Molly
in
here
with
the
right
word
at
the
right
time
.
That
’
s
the
catch
.
Doesn
’
t
mean
shit
,
how
deep
you
and
the
Flatline
ride
that
Chinese
virus
,
if
this
thing
doesn
’
t
hear
the
magic
word
.
’
'
So
what
’
s
the
word
?
’
'
I
don
’
t
know
.
You
might
say
what
I
am
is
basically
defined
by
the
fact
that
I
don
’
t
know
,
because
I
can
’
tknow
.
I
am
that
which
knoweth
not
the
word
.
If
you
knew
,
man
,
and
told
me
,
I
couldn
’
t
know
.
It
’
s
hardwired
in
.
Someone
else
has
to
learn
it
and
bring
it
here
,
just
when
you
and
the
Flatline
punch
through
that
ice
and
scramble
the
cores
.
’
'
What
happens
then
?
’
'
I
don
’
t
exist
,
after
that
.
I
cease
.
’
'
Okay
by
me
,
’
Case
said
.
