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Its
body
was
no
larger
than
a
baseball
.
'
Okay
,
’
she
said
,
'
I
hear
you
.
’
She
stood
up
,
favoring
her
left
leg
,
and
watched
the
little
drone
reverse
.
It
picked
its
methodical
way
back
across
its
girder
and
into
darkness
.
She
turned
and
looked
back
at
the
service
area
.
The
man
in
the
orange
jumpsuit
was
sealing
the
front
of
a
white
vacuum
rig
.
She
watched
him
ring
and
seal
the
helmet
,
pick
up
his
console
,
and
step
back
through
the
gap
in
the
construction
boat
’
s
hull
.
There
was
a
rising
whine
of
motors
and
the
thing
slid
smoothly
out
of
sight
on
a
tenmeter
circle
of
flooring
that
sank
away
into
a
harsh
glare
of
arc
lamps
.
The
red
drone
waited
patiently
at
the
edge
of
the
hole
left
by
the
elevator
panel
.
Then
she
was
off
after
the
Braun
,
threading
her
way
between
a
forest
of
welded
steel
struts
.
The
Braun
winked
its
LED
steadily
,
beckoning
her
on
.
'
How
you
doin
’
,
Case
?
You
back
in
Garveywith
Maelcum
?
Sure
.
And
jacked
into
this
.
I
like
it
,
you
know
?
Like
I
’
ve
always
talked
to
myself
,
in
my
head
,
when
I
’
ve
been
in
tight
spots
.
Pretend
I
got
some
friend
,
somebody
I
can
trust
,
and
I
’
ll
tell
’
em
what
I
really
think
,
what
I
feel
like
,
and
then
I
’
ll
pretend
they
’
re
telling
me
what
they
think
about
that
,
and
I
’
ll
just
go
along
that
way
.
Having
you
in
is
kinda
like
that
.
That
scene
with
Ashpool
.
.
.
’
She
gnawed
at
her
lower
lip
,
swinging
around
a
strut
,
keeping
the
drone
in
sight
.
'
I
was
expecting
something
maybe
a
little
less
gone
,
you
know
?
I
mean
,
these
guys
are
all
batshit
in
here
,
like
they
got
luminous
messages
scrawled
across
the
inside
of
their
foreheads
or
something
.
I
don
’
t
like
the
way
it
looks
,
I
don
’
t
like
the
way
it
smells
.
.
.
’
The
drone
was
hoisting
itself
up
a
nearly
invisible
ladder
of
U
-
shaped
steel
rungs
,
toward
a
narrow
dark
opening
.
'
And
while
I
’
m
feeling
confessional
,
baby
,
I
gotta
admit
maybe
I
never
much
expected
to
make
it
out
of
this
one
anyway
.
Been
on
this
bad
roll
for
a
while
,
and
you
’
re
the
only
good
change
come
down
since
I
signed
on
with
Armitage
.
’
She
looked
up
at
the
black
circle
.
The
drone
’
s
LED
winked
,
climbing
.
'
Not
that
you
’
re
all
that
shit
hot
.
’
She
smiled
,
but
it
was
gone
too
quickly
,
and
she
gritted
her
teeth
at
the
stabbing
pain
in
her
leg
as
she
began
to
climb
.
The
ladder
continued
up
through
a
metal
tube
,
barely
wide
enough
for
her
shoulders
.
She
was
climbing
up
out
of
gravity
,
toward
the
weightless
axis
.
Her
chip
pulsed
the
time
.
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:
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:
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.
It
had
been
a
long
day
.
The
clarity
of
her
sensorium
cut
the
bite
of
the
betaphenethylamine
,
but
Case
could
still
feel
it
.
He
preferred
the
pain
in
her
leg
.
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