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They
’
d
all
heard
of
Pauley
,
the
redneck
jockey
from
the
’
Lanta
fringes
,
who
’
d
survived
braindeath
behind
black
ice
.
The
grapevine
-
slender
,
street
level
,
and
the
only
one
going
-
had
little
to
say
about
Pauley
,
other
than
that
he
’
d
done
the
impossible
.
'
It
was
big
,
’
another
would
-
be
told
Case
,
for
the
price
of
a
beer
,
'
but
who
knows
what
?
I
hear
maybe
a
Brazilian
payroll
net
.
Anyway
,
the
man
was
dead
,
flat
down
braindeath
.
’
Case
stared
across
the
crowded
bar
at
a
thickset
man
in
shirtsleeves
,
something
leaden
about
the
shade
of
his
skin
.
'
Boy
,
’
the
Flatline
would
tell
him
,
months
later
in
Miami
,
'
I
’
m
like
them
huge
fuckin
’
lizards
,
you
know
?
Had
themself
two
goddam
brains
,
one
in
the
head
an
’
one
by
the
tailbone
,
kept
the
hind
legs
movin
’
.
Hit
that
black
stuff
and
ol
’
tailbrain
jus
’
kept
right
on
keepin
’
on
.
’
The
cowboy
elite
in
the
Loser
shunned
Pauley
out
of
some
strange
group
anxiety
,
almost
a
superstition
.
McCoy
Pauley
,
Lazarus
of
cyberspace
.
.
.
And
his
heart
had
done
for
him
in
the
end
.
His
surplus
Russian
heart
,
implanted
in
a
POW
camp
during
the
war
.
He
’
d
refused
to
replace
the
thing
,
saying
he
needed
its
particular
beat
to
maintain
his
sense
of
timing
.
Case
fingered
the
slip
of
paper
Molly
had
given
him
and
made
his
way
up
the
stairs
.
Molly
was
snoring
on
the
temperfoam
.
A
transparent
cast
ran
from
her
knee
to
a
few
millimeters
below
her
crotch
,
the
skin
beneath
the
rigid
micropore
mottled
with
bruises
,
the
black
shading
into
ugly
yellow
.
Eight
derms
,
each
a
different
size
and
color
,
ran
in
a
neat
line
down
her
left
wrist
.
An
Akai
transdermal
unit
lay
beside
her
,
its
fine
red
leads
connected
to
input
trodes
under
the
cast
.
He
turned
on
the
tensor
beside
the
Hosaka
.
The
crisp
circle
of
light
fell
directly
on
the
Flatline
’
s
construct
.
He
slotted
some
ice
,
connected
the
construct
,
and
jacked
in
.
It
was
exactly
the
sensation
of
someone
reading
over
his
shoulder
.
He
coughed
.
'
Dix
?
McCoy
?
That
you
man
?
’
His
throat
was
tight
.
'
Hey
,
bro
,
’
said
a
directionless
voice
.
'
It
’
s
Case
,
man
.
Remember
?
’
