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Summer
in
the
Sprawl
,
the
mall
crowds
swaying
like
windblown
grass
,
a
field
of
flesh
shot
through
with
sudden
eddies
of
need
and
gratification
.
He
sat
beside
Molly
in
filtered
sunlight
on
the
rim
of
a
dry
concrete
fountain
,
letting
the
endless
stream
of
faces
recapitulate
the
stages
of
his
life
.
First
a
child
with
hooded
eyes
,
a
street
boy
,
hands
relaxed
and
ready
at
his
sides
;
then
a
teenager
,
face
smooth
and
cryptic
beneath
red
glasses
.
Case
remembered
fighting
on
a
rooftop
at
seventeen
,
silent
combat
in
the
rose
glow
of
the
dawn
geodesics
.
He
shifted
on
the
concrete
,
feeling
it
rough
and
cool
through
the
thin
black
denim
.
Nothing
here
like
the
electric
dance
of
Ninsei
.
This
was
different
commerce
,
a
different
rhythm
,
in
the
smell
of
fast
food
and
perfume
and
fresh
summer
sweat
.
With
his
deck
waiting
,
back
in
the
loft
,
an
Ono
-
Sendai
Cyberspace
7
.
They
’
d
left
the
place
littered
with
the
abstract
white
forms
of
the
foam
packing
units
,
with
crumpled
plastic
film
and
hundreds
of
tiny
foam
beads
.
The
Ono
-
Sendai
;
next
year
’
s
most
expensive
Hosaka
computer
;
a
Sony
monitor
;
a
dozen
disks
of
corporate
-
grade
ice
;
a
Braun
coffeemaker
.
Armitage
had
only
waited
for
Case
’
s
approval
of
each
piece
.
'
Where
’
d
he
go
?
’
Case
had
asked
Molly
.
'
He
likes
hotels
.
Big
ones
.
Near
airports
,
if
he
can
manage
it
.
Let
’
s
go
down
to
the
street
.
’
She
’
d
zipped
herself
into
an
old
surplus
vest
with
a
dozen
oddly
shaped
pockets
and
put
on
a
huge
pair
of
black
plastic
sunglasses
that
completely
covered
her
mirrored
insets
.
'
You
know
about
that
toxin
shit
,
before
?
’
he
asked
her
,
by
the
fountain
.
She
shook
her
head
.
'
You
think
it
’
s
true
?
’
'
Maybe
,
maybe
not
.
Works
either
way
.
’
'
You
know
any
way
I
can
find
out
?
’
