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'
Fucker
got
you
,
’
he
said
.
Blind
momentum
as
he
hurtled
across
the
infinite
datascape
.
'
You
gotta
hate
somebody
before
this
is
over
,
’
said
the
Finn
’
s
voice
.
'
Them
,
me
,
it
doesn
’
t
matter
.
’
'
Where
’
s
Dixie
?
’
'
That
’
s
kinda
hard
to
explain
,
Case
.
’
A
sense
of
the
Finn
’
s
presence
surrounded
him
,
smell
of
Cuban
cigarettes
,
smoke
locked
in
musty
tweed
,
old
machines
given
up
to
the
mineral
rituals
of
rust
.
'
Hate
’
ll
get
you
through
,
’
the
voice
said
.
'
So
many
little
triggers
in
the
brain
,
and
you
just
go
yankin
’
’
em
all
.
Now
you
gotta
hate
.
The
lock
that
screens
the
hardwiring
,
it
’
s
down
under
those
towers
the
Flatline
showed
you
,
when
you
came
in
.
Hewon
’
t
try
to
stop
you
.
’
'
Neuromancer
,
’
Case
said
.
'
His
name
’
s
not
something
I
can
know
.
But
he
’
s
given
up
,
now
.
It
’
s
the
T
-
A
ice
you
gotta
worry
about
.
Not
the
wall
,
but
internal
virus
systems
.
Kuang
’
s
wide
open
to
some
of
the
stuff
they
got
running
loose
in
here
.
’
