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'
This
thing
know
where
it
’
s
going
?
’
'
It
better
.
’
They
were
dropping
,
losing
altitude
in
a
canyon
of
rainbow
neon
.
'
Dix
-
-
’
An
arm
of
shadow
was
uncoiling
from
the
flickering
floor
below
,
a
seething
mass
of
darkness
,
unformed
,
shapeless
.
.
.
'
Company
,
’
the
Flatline
said
,
as
Case
hit
the
representation
of
his
deck
,
fingers
flying
automatically
across
the
board
.
The
Kuang
swerved
sickeningly
,
then
reversed
,
whipping
itself
backward
,
shattering
the
illusion
of
a
physical
vehicle
.
The
shadow
thing
was
growing
,
spreading
,
blotting
out
the
city
of
data
.
Case
took
them
straight
up
,
above
them
the
distanceless
bowl
of
jade
-
green
ice
.
The
city
of
the
cores
was
gone
now
,
obscured
entirely
by
the
dark
beneath
them
.
'
What
is
it
?
’
'
An
AI
’
s
defense
system
,
’
the
construct
said
,
'
or
part
of
it
.
If
it
’
s
your
pal
Wintermute
,
he
’
s
not
lookin
’
real
friendly
.
’
