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'
Sure
.
’
A
millimeter
of
white
showed
beneath
each
of
her
pupils
.
Sanpaku
.
'
You
watch
your
back
,
man
.
’
He
nodded
,
anxious
to
be
gone
.
He
looked
back
as
the
plastic
door
swung
shut
behind
him
,
saw
her
eyes
reflected
in
a
cage
of
red
neon
.
Friday
night
on
Ninsei
.
He
passed
yakitori
stands
and
massage
parlors
,
a
franchised
coffee
shop
called
Beautiful
Girl
,
the
electronic
thunder
of
an
arcade
.
He
stepped
out
of
the
way
to
let
a
dark
-
suited
sarariman
by
,
spotting
the
Mitsubishi
-
Genentech
logo
tattooed
across
the
back
of
the
man
’
s
right
hand
.
Was
it
authentic
?
If
that
’
s
for
real
,
he
thought
,
he
’
s
in
for
trouble
.
If
it
wasn
’
t
,
served
him
right
.
M
-
G
employees
above
a
certain
level
were
implanted
with
advanced
microprocessors
that
monitored
mutagen
levels
in
the
bloodstream
.
Gear
like
that
would
get
you
rolled
in
Night
City
,
rolled
straight
into
a
black
clinic
.
The
sarariman
had
been
Japanese
,
but
the
Ninsei
crowd
was
a
gaijin
crowd
.
Groups
of
sailors
up
from
the
port
,
tense
solitary
tourists
hunting
pleasures
no
guidebook
listed
,
Sprawl
heavies
showing
off
grafts
and
implants
,
and
a
dozen
distinct
species
of
hustler
,
all
swarming
the
street
in
an
intricate
dance
of
desire
and
commerce
.
There
were
countless
theories
explaining
why
Chiba
City
tolerated
the
Ninsei
enclave
,
but
Case
tended
toward
the
idea
that
the
Yakuza
might
be
preserving
the
place
as
a
kind
of
historical
park
,
a
reminder
of
humble
origins
.
But
he
also
saw
a
certain
sense
in
the
notion
that
burgeoning
technologies
require
outlaw
zones
,
that
Night
City
wasn
’
t
there
for
its
inhabitants
,
but
as
a
deliberately
unsupervised
playground
for
technology
itself
.
Was
Linda
right
,
he
wondered
,
staring
up
at
the
lights
?
Would
Wage
have
him
killed
to
make
an
example
?
It
didn
’
t
make
much
sense
,
but
then
Wage
dealt
primarily
in
proscribed
biologicals
,
and
they
said
you
had
to
be
crazy
to
do
that
.
But
Linda
said
Wage
wanted
him
dead
.
Case
’
s
primary
insight
into
the
dynamics
of
street
dealing
was
that
neither
the
buyer
nor
the
seller
really
needed
him
.
A
middleman
’
s
business
is
to
make
himself
a
necessary
evil
.
The
dubious
niche
Case
had
carved
for
himself
in
the
criminal
ecology
of
Night
City
had
been
cut
out
with
lies
,
scooped
out
a
night
at
a
time
with
betrayal
.
Now
,
sensing
that
its
walls
were
starting
to
crumble
,
he
felt
the
edge
of
a
strange
euphoria
.
