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RIBOFUNK
by PAUL DI FILIPPO (1996)


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Table of Contents

ONE NIGHT IN TELEVISION CITY [Universe 1, edited by Robert Silverberg and
Karen Haber, Doubleday Foundation 1990]
LITTLE WORKER [The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, December 1989]
COCKFIGHT [Journal Wired, Spring 1990]
BIG EATER [Interzone, June 1995]
THE BOOT [The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, December 1990]
BLANKIE [previously unpublished]
THE BAD SPLICE [previously unpublished]
MCGREGOR [Universe 3, edited by Robert Silverberg and Karen Haber, Bantam
Spectra 1994]
BRAIN WARS [New Worlds 2, edited by David S. Garnett, London: Gollancz
1992]
STREETLIFE [New Worlds 3, edited by David S. Garnett, London: Gollancz
1993]
AFTERSCHOOL SPECIAL [Amazing, June 1993]
UP THE LAZY RIVER [Science Fiction Age, September 1993]
DISTRIBUTED MIND [Interzone, April 1995]


ONE NIGHT IN TELEVISION CITY
First published in Universe 1, edited by Robert Silverberg and Karen Haber,
Doubleday Foundation 1990.

I'm frictionless, molar, so don't point those flashlights at me. I ain't
going nowhere, you can see that clear as hubble. Just like superwire, I got no
resistance, so why doncha all just gimme some slack?
What'd you say, molar? Your lifter's got a noisy fan -- it's interferring
with your signal. How'd I get up here? That's an easy one. I just climbed. But
I got a better one for you.
Now that I ain't no Dudley Dendrite anymore, how the fuck am I gonna get
down?

Just a few short hours ago it was six o'clock on a Saturday night like
any other, and I was sitting in a metamilk bar called the Slak Shak, feeling
sorry for myself for a number of good and sufficient reasons. I was down so
low there wasn't an angstrom's worth of difference between me and a microbe.
You see, I had no sleeve, I had no set, I had no eft. Chances were I wasn't
gonna get any of 'em anytime soon, either. The prospect was enough to make me
wanna float away on whatever latest toxic corewipe the Shak was offering.
I asked the table for the barlist. It was all the usual bugjuice and