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The
Sense
/
Net
ice
had
accepted
his
entry
as
a
routine
transfer
from
the
consortium
’
s
Los
Angeles
complex
.
He
was
inside
.
Behind
him
,
viral
subprograms
peeled
off
,
meshing
with
the
gate
’
s
code
fabric
,
ready
to
deflect
the
real
Los
Angeles
data
when
it
arrived
.
He
flipped
again
.
Molly
was
strolling
past
the
enormous
circular
reception
desk
at
the
rear
of
the
lobby
.
12
:
01
:
20
as
the
readout
flared
in
her
optic
nerve
.
At
midnight
,
synched
with
the
chip
behind
Molly
’
s
eye
,
the
link
man
in
Jersey
had
given
his
command
.
'
Mainline
.
’
Nine
Moderns
,
scattered
along
two
hundred
miles
of
the
Sprawl
,
had
simultaneously
dialed
MAX
EMERG
from
pay
phones
.
Each
Modern
delivered
a
short
set
speech
,
hung
up
,
and
drifted
out
into
the
night
,
peeling
off
surgical
gloves
.
Nine
different
police
departments
and
public
security
agencies
were
absorbing
the
information
that
an
obscure
subsect
of
militant
Christian
fundamentalists
had
just
taken
credit
for
having
introduced
clinical
levels
of
an
outlawed
psychoactive
agent
known
as
Blue
Nine
into
the
ventilation
system
of
the
Sense
/
Net
Pyramid
.
Blue
Nine
,
known
in
California
as
Grievous
Angel
,
had
been
shown
to
produce
acute
paranoia
and
homicidal
psychosis
in
eighty
-
five
percent
of
experimental
subjects
.
Case
hit
the
switch
as
his
program
surged
through
the
gates
of
the
subsystem
that
controlled
security
for
the
Sense
/
Net
research
library
.
He
found
himself
stepping
into
an
elevator
.
'
Excuse
me
,
but
are
you
an
employee
?
’
The
guard
raised
his
eyebrows
.
Molly
popped
her
gum
.
'
No
,
’
she
said
,
driving
the
first
two
knuckles
of
her
right
hand
into
the
man
’
s
solar
plexus
.
As
he
doubled
over
,
clawing
for
the
beeper
on
his
belt
,
she
slammed
his
head
sideways
,
against
the
wall
of
the
elevator
.
Chewing
a
little
more
rapidly
now
,
she
touched
CLOSE
DOOR
and
STOP
on
the
illuminated
panel
.
She
took
a
blackbox
from
her
coat
pocket
and
inserted
a
lead
in
the
keyhole
of
the
lock
that
secured
the
panel
’
s
circuitry
.
The
Panther
Moderns
allowed
four
minutes
for
their
first
move
to
take
effect
,
then
injected
a
second
carefully
prepared
dose
of
misinformation
.
This
time
,
they
shot
it
directly
into
the
Sense
/
Net
building
’
s
internal
video
system
.
At
12
:
04
:
03
,
every
screen
in
the
building
strobed
for
eighteen
seconds
in
a
frequency
that
produced
seizures
in
a
susceptible
segment
of
Sense
/
Net
employees
.
Then
something
only
vaguely
like
a
human
face
filled
the
screens
,
its
features
stretched
across
asymmetrical
expanses
of
bone
like
some
obscene
Mercator
projection
.
Blue
lips
parted
wetly
as
the
twisted
,
elongated
jaw
moved
.
Something
,
perhaps
a
hand
,
a
thing
like
a
reddish
clump
of
gnarled
roots
,
fumbled
toward
the
camera
,
blurred
,
and
vanished
.
Subliminally
rapid
images
of
contamination
:
graphics
of
the
building
’
s
water
supply
system
,
gloved
hands
manipulating
laboratory
glassware
,
something
tumbling
down
into
darkness
,
a
pale
splash
.
.
.
The
audio
track
,
its
pitch
adjusted
to
run
at
just
less
than
twice
the
standard
playback
speed
,
was
part
of
a
month
-
old
newscast
detailing
potential
military
uses
of
a
substance
known
as
HsG
,
a
biochemical
governing
the
human
skeletal
growth
factor
.
Overdoses
of
HsG
threw
certain
bone
cells
into
overdrive
,
accelerating
growth
by
factors
as
high
as
one
thousand
percent
.
