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'
There
’
s
the
word
,
right
?
The
code
.
So
how
’
ve
I
won
?
I
’
ve
won
jack
shit
.
’
'
Flip
now
.
’
'
Where
’
s
Dixie
?
What
have
you
done
with
the
Flatline
?
’
'
McCoy
Pauley
has
his
wish
,
’
the
boy
said
,
and
smiled
.
'
His
wish
and
more
.
He
punched
you
here
against
my
wish
,
drove
himself
through
defenses
equal
to
anything
in
the
matrix
.
Now
flip
.
’
And
Case
was
alone
in
Kuang
’
s
black
sting
,
lost
in
cloud
.
He
flipped
.
Into
Molly
’
s
tension
,
her
back
like
rock
,
her
hands
around
3Jane
’
s
throat
.
'
Funny
,
’
she
said
,
'
I
know
exactly
what
you
’
d
look
like
.
I
saw
it
after
Ashpool
did
the
same
thing
to
your
clone
sister
.
’
Her
hands
were
gentle
,
almost
a
caress
.
3Jane
’
s
eyes
were
wide
with
terror
and
lust
;
she
was
shivering
with
fear
and
longing
.
Beyond
the
freefall
tangle
of
3Jane
’
s
hair
,
Case
saw
his
own
strained
white
face
,
Maelcum
behind
him
,
brown
hands
on
the
leather
-
jacketed
shoulders
,
steadying
him
above
the
carpet
’
s
pattern
of
woven
circuitry
.
'
Would
you
?
’
3Jane
asked
,
her
voice
a
child
’
s
.
'
I
think
you
would
.
’
'
The
code
,
’
Molly
said
.
'
Tell
the
head
the
code
.
’
