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They
followed
the
man
back
through
the
door
,
into
a
corridor
whose
polished
concrete
walls
and
irregular
floor
of
overlapping
carpets
were
perfectly
familiar
to
Case
.
'
Pretty
rugs
,
’
Maelcum
said
,
prodding
the
man
in
the
back
.
'
Smell
like
church
.
’
They
came
to
another
monitor
,
an
antique
Sony
,
this
one
mounted
above
a
console
with
a
keyboard
and
a
complex
array
of
jack
panels
.
The
screen
lit
as
they
halted
,
the
Finn
grinning
tensely
out
at
them
from
what
seemed
to
be
the
front
room
of
Metro
Holografix
.
'
Okay
,
’
he
said
,
'
Maelcum
takes
this
guy
down
the
corridor
to
the
open
locker
door
,
sticks
him
in
there
,
I
’
ll
lock
it
.
Case
,
you
want
the
fifth
socket
from
the
left
,
top
panel
.
There
’
s
adaptor
plugs
in
the
cabinet
under
the
console
.
Needs
Ono
-
Sendai
twenty
-
point
into
Hitachi
forty
.
’
As
Maelcum
nudged
his
captive
along
,
Case
knelt
and
fumbled
through
an
assortment
of
plugs
,
finally
coming
up
with
the
one
he
needed
.
With
his
deck
jacked
into
the
adaptor
,
he
paused
.
'
Do
you
have
to
look
like
that
,
man
?
’
he
asked
the
face
on
the
screen
.
The
Finn
was
erased
a
line
at
a
time
by
the
image
of
Lonny
Zone
against
a
wall
of
peeling
Japanese
posters
.
'
Anything
you
want
,
baby
,
’
Zone
drawled
,
'
just
hop
it
for
Lonny
.
.
.
’
'
No
,
’
Case
said
,
'
use
the
Finn
.
’
As
the
Zone
image
vanished
,
he
shoved
the
Hitachi
adaptor
into
its
socket
and
settled
the
trodes
across
his
forehead
.
'
What
kept
you
?
’
the
Flatline
asked
,
and
laughed
.
'
Told
you
don
’
t
do
that
,
’
Case
said
.
'
Joke
,
boy
,
’
the
construct
said
,
'
zero
time
lapse
for
me
.
Lemme
see
what
we
got
here
.
.
.
’
The
Kuang
program
was
green
,
exactly
the
shade
of
the
T
-
A
ice
.
Even
as
Case
watched
,
it
grew
gradually
more
opaque
,
although
he
could
see
the
black
-
mirrored
shark
thing
clearly
when
he
looked
up
.
The
fracture
lines
and
hallucinations
were
gone
now
,
and
the
thing
looked
real
as
Marcus
Garvey
,
a
wingless
antique
jet
,
its
smooth
skin
plated
with
black
chrome
.
