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'
Hate
,
’
Case
said
.
'
Who
do
I
hate
?
You
tell
me
.
’
'
Who
do
you
love
?
’
the
Finn
’
s
voice
asked
.
He
whipped
the
program
through
a
turn
and
dived
for
the
blue
towers
.
Things
were
launching
themselves
from
the
ornate
sunburst
spires
,
glittering
leech
shapes
made
of
shifting
planes
of
light
.
There
were
hundreds
of
them
,
rising
in
a
whirl
,
their
movements
random
as
windblown
paper
down
dawn
streets
.
'
Glitch
systems
,
’
the
voice
said
.
He
came
in
steep
,
fueled
by
self
-
loathing
.
When
the
Kuang
program
met
the
first
of
the
defenders
,
scattering
the
leaves
of
light
,
he
felt
the
shark
thing
lose
a
degree
of
substantiality
,
the
fabric
of
information
loosening
.
And
then
-
old
alchemy
of
the
brain
and
its
vast
pharmacy
-
his
hate
flowed
into
his
hands
.
In
the
instant
before
he
drove
Kuang
’
s
sting
through
the
base
of
the
first
tower
,
he
attained
a
level
of
proficiency
exceeding
anything
he
’
d
known
or
imagined
.
Beyond
ego
,
beyond
personality
,
beyond
awareness
,
he
moved
,
Kuang
moving
with
him
,
evading
his
attackers
with
an
ancient
dance
,
Hideo
’
s
dance
,
grace
of
the
mind
-
body
interface
granted
him
,
in
that
second
,
by
the
clarity
and
singleness
of
his
wish
to
die
.
And
one
step
in
that
dance
was
the
lightest
touch
on
the
switch
,
barely
enough
to
flip
-
and
his
voice
the
cry
of
a
bird
unknown
,
3Jane
answering
in
song
,
three
notes
,
high
and
pure
.
