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'
Ha
,
’
Ratz
said
,
swabbing
the
scarred
wood
with
a
rag
,
'
Zone
shows
a
percentage
.
You
I
let
work
here
for
entertainment
value
.
’
As
Case
was
picking
up
his
beer
,
one
of
those
strange
instants
of
silence
descended
,
as
though
a
hundred
unrelated
conversations
had
simultaneously
arrived
at
the
same
pause
.
Then
the
whore
’
s
giggle
rang
out
,
tinged
with
a
certain
hysteria
.
Ratz
grunted
.
'
An
angel
passed
.
’
'
The
Chinese
,
’
bellowed
a
drunken
Australian
,
'
Chinese
bloody
invented
nerve
-
splicing
.
Give
me
the
mainland
for
a
nerve
job
any
day
.
Fix
you
right
,
mate
.
.
.
’
'
Now
that
,
’
Case
said
to
his
glass
,
all
his
bitterness
suddenly
rising
in
him
like
bile
,
'
that
is
somuch
bullshit
.
’
The
Japanese
had
already
forgotten
more
neurosurgery
than
the
Chinese
had
ever
known
.
The
black
clinics
of
Chiba
were
the
cutting
edge
,
whole
bodies
of
technique
supplanted
monthly
,
and
still
they
couldn
’
t
repair
the
damage
he
’
d
suffered
in
that
Memphis
hotel
.
A
year
here
and
he
still
dreamed
of
cyberspace
,
hope
fading
nightly
.
All
the
speed
he
took
,
all
the
turns
he
’
d
taken
and
the
corners
he
’
d
cut
in
Night
City
,
and
still
he
’
d
see
the
matrix
in
his
sleep
,
bright
lattices
of
logic
unfolding
across
that
colorless
void
.
.
.
The
Sprawl
was
a
long
strange
way
home
over
the
Pacific
now
,
and
he
was
no
console
man
,
no
cyberspace
cowboy
.
Just
another
hustler
,
trying
to
make
it
through
.
But
the
dreams
came
on
in
the
Japanese
night
like
livewire
voodoo
,
and
he
’
d
cry
for
it
,
cry
in
his
sleep
,
and
wake
alone
in
the
dark
,
curled
in
his
capsule
in
some
coffin
hotel
,
his
hands
clawed
into
the
bedslab
,
temperfoam
bunched
between
his
fingers
,
trying
to
reach
the
console
that
wasn
’
t
there
.
'
I
saw
your
girl
last
night
,
’
Ratz
said
,
passing
Case
his
second
Kirin
.
'
I
don
’
t
have
one
,
’
he
said
,
and
drank
.
