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Riviera
beamed
.
'
Perversity
.
’
He
walked
back
to
the
two
women
,
swirling
the
water
that
remained
in
the
dense
,
deeply
carved
cylinder
of
rock
crystal
,
as
though
he
enjoyed
the
weight
of
the
thing
.
'
An
enjoyment
of
the
gratuitous
act
.
And
I
have
made
a
decision
,
Molly
,
a
wholly
gratuitous
decision
.
’
She
waited
,
looking
up
at
him
.
'
Oh
,
Peter
,
’
3Jane
said
,
with
the
sort
of
gentle
exasperation
ordinarily
reserved
for
children
.
'
No
word
for
you
,
Molly
.
He
told
me
about
that
,
you
see
.
3Jane
knows
the
code
,
of
course
,
but
you
won
’
t
have
it
.
Neither
will
Wintermute
.
My
Jane
’
s
an
ambitious
girl
,
in
her
perverse
way
.
’
He
smiled
again
.
'
She
has
designs
on
the
family
empire
,
and
a
pair
of
insane
artificial
intelligences
,
kinky
as
the
concept
may
be
,
would
only
get
in
our
way
.
So
.
Comes
her
Riviera
to
help
her
out
,
you
see
.
And
Peter
says
,
sit
tight
.
Play
Daddy
’
s
favorite
swing
records
and
let
Peter
call
you
up
a
band
to
match
,
a
floor
of
dancers
,
a
wake
for
dead
King
Ashpool
.
’
He
drank
off
the
last
of
the
mineral
water
.
'
No
,
you
wouldn
’
t
do
,
Daddy
,
you
would
not
do
.
Now
that
Peter
’
s
come
home
.
’
And
then
,
his
face
pink
with
the
pleasure
of
cocaine
and
meperidine
,
he
swung
the
glass
hard
into
her
left
lens
implant
,
smashing
vision
into
blood
and
light
.
Maelcum
was
prone
against
the
cabin
ceiling
when
Case
removed
the
trodes
.
A
nylon
sling
around
his
waist
was
fastened
to
the
panels
on
either
side
with
shock
cords
and
gray
rubber
suction
pads
.
He
had
his
shirt
off
and
was
working
on
a
central
panel
with
a
clumsy
-
looking
zero
-
g
wrench
,
the
thing
’
s
fat
countersprings
twanging
as
he
removed
another
hexhead
.
Marcus
Garveywas
groaning
and
ticking
with
g
-
stress
.
'
The
Mute
takin
’
I
an
’
I
dock
,
’
the
Zionite
said
,
popping
the
hexhead
into
a
mesh
pouch
at
his
waist
.
'
Maelcum
pilot
th
’
landin
’
,
meantime
need
we
tool
f
’
th
’
job
.
’
'
You
keep
tools
back
there
?
’
Case
craned
his
neck
and
watched
cords
of
muscle
bunching
in
the
brown
back
.
'
This
one
,
’
Maelcum
said
,
sliding
a
long
bundle
wrapped
in
black
poly
from
the
space
behind
the
panel
.
He
replaced
the
panel
,
along
with
a
single
hexhead
to
hold
it
in
place
.
The
black
package
had
drifted
aft
before
he
’
d
finished
.
He
thumbed
open
the
vacuum
valves
on
the
workbelt
’
s
gray
pads
and
freed
himself
,
retrieving
the
thing
he
’
d
removed
.
He
kicked
back
,
gliding
over
his
instruments
-
a
green
docking
diagram
pulsed
on
his
central
screen
-
and
snagged
the
frame
of
Case
’
s
g
-
web
.
He
pulled
himself
down
and
picked
at
the
tape
of
his
package
with
a
thick
,
chipped
thumbnail
.
'
Some
man
in
China
say
th
’
truth
comes
out
this
,
’
he
said
,
unwrapping
an
ancient
,
oilslick
Remington
automatic
shotgun
,
its
barrel
chopped
off
a
few
millimeters
in
front
of
the
battered
forestock
.
