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The
Flatline
punched
them
up
,
smooth
ascent
,
the
ventral
surface
of
the
black
chrome
shark
a
microsecond
flick
of
darkness
.
'
Four
,
three
.
.
.
’
Case
had
the
strange
impression
of
being
in
the
pilot
’
s
seat
in
a
small
plane
.
A
flat
dark
surface
in
front
of
him
suddenly
glowed
with
a
perfect
reproduction
of
the
keyboard
of
his
deck
.
'
Two
,
an
’
kick
ass
-
-
’
Headlong
motion
through
walls
of
emerald
green
,
milky
jade
,
the
sensation
of
speed
beyond
anything
he
’
d
known
before
in
cyberspace
.
.
.
The
Tessier
-
Ashpool
ice
shattered
,
peeling
away
from
the
Chinese
program
’
s
thrust
,
a
worrying
impression
of
solid
fluidity
,
as
though
the
shards
of
a
broken
mirror
bent
and
elongated
as
they
fell
-
-
'
Christ
,
’
Case
said
,
awestruck
,
as
Kuang
twisted
and
banked
above
the
horizonless
fields
of
the
Tessier
-
Ashpool
cores
,
an
endless
neon
cityscape
,
complexity
that
cut
the
eye
,
jewel
bright
,
sharp
as
razors
.
'
Hey
,
shit
,
’
the
construct
said
,
'
those
things
are
the
RCA
Building
.
You
know
the
old
RCA
Building
?
’
The
Kuang
program
dived
past
the
gleaming
spires
of
a
dozen
identical
towers
of
data
,
each
one
a
blue
neon
replica
of
the
Manhattan
skyscraper
.
'
You
ever
see
resolution
this
high
?
’
Case
asked
.
'
No
,
but
I
never
cracked
an
AI
,
either
.
’
