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'
Yeah
?
No
shit
?
You
don
’
t
wanna
see
what
that
Chinese
program
can
do
?
’
'
Well
,
I
.
.
.
’
Case
stared
at
the
green
walls
of
the
T
-
A
ice
.
'
Well
,
screw
it
.
Yeah
.
We
run
.
’
'
Slot
it
.
’
'
Hey
,
Maelcum
,
’
Case
said
,
jacking
out
,
'
I
’
m
probably
gonna
be
under
the
trodes
for
maybe
eight
hours
straight
.
’
Maelcum
was
smoking
again
.
The
cabin
was
swimming
in
smoke
.
'
So
I
can
’
t
get
to
the
head
.
.
.
’
'
No
problem
,
mon
.
’
The
Zionite
executed
a
high
forward
somersault
and
rummaged
through
the
contents
of
a
zippered
mesh
bag
,
coming
up
with
a
coil
of
transparent
tubing
and
something
else
,
something
sealed
in
a
sterile
bubble
pack
.
He
called
it
a
Texas
catheter
,
and
Case
didn
’
t
like
it
at
all
.
He
slotted
the
Chinese
virus
,
paused
,
then
drove
it
home
.
'
Okay
,
’
he
said
,
'
we
’
re
on
.
Listen
,
Maelcum
,
if
it
gets
really
funny
,
you
can
grab
my
left
wrist
.
I
’
ll
feel
it
.
Otherwise
,
I
guess
you
do
what
the
Hosaka
tells
you
,
okay
?
’
'
Sure
,
mon
.
’
Maelcum
lit
a
fresh
joint
.
'
And
turn
the
scrubber
up
.
I
don
’
t
want
that
shit
tangling
with
my
neurotransmitters
.
I
got
a
bad
hangover
as
it
is
.
’
