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cartridge. "And why. Max, I need your single-site bomb."

"Eh? Why?"

"Just give it to me, will you?!" Gosub yelled.

"Alright, alright. No need to bite my head off."

Gosub opened a drawer, pulling out a real VOSNet deck. He
put on the trode band.

"Whoa. Gosub, what're you doing?" Harden asked. "I thought
you swore off those things."

"They're fast, Harden. I need speed. Got the bomb, Max?"

"Yeah, here, but why--"

"Goddam bastards think they can just charge in here again
and do whatever the hell they please--" he mumbled, ripping the
disk from Max's hands. "Well, this fleshy ain't gonna stand for
it." He stuck it in the drive and jacked in.

"I don't like this," Harden hazarded, unsure of himself.
"Gosub's never gone this ballistic before--"

"Where is the bugger..." Gosub mumbled to himself, words
barely audible. Every jacked in person looked a little weird,
like they were in a trance or something. Couldn't always tell
what they were saying or doing. "...there... gotcha... knew
you'd be back... eat this, mother..."

"Harden, he's goin' nuts," Max pleaded. "Hit the emergency
jack out button already before we lose him."

"Look, Gosub's always, and I mean ALWAYS known what he was
doing, and even if he is acting all funny I'm sure he's got some
good reasons for it--"

Then Gosub screamed.

And screamed.

And screamed.

His deck smoked, his eyes rolled back into his head. He
fell off his stool. Harden slammed the jack out button, and
pulled the trodes off his head.

He was laughing. A light chuckle, a bit of a grin, his body