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doctor'."

"You're no fun," he groaned. "Alright. An AI doctor.
Here's a list of a few recommended ones," he said, keying the
information into a small program on his belt. A card was spat
out, which he handed to me. "Avoid the others, you could get a
frontal lobotomy."

"Got it," I said. "Thanks. I'll just be off."

"What, on foot?" he asked.

"Something wrong with that? I mean, if you don't have any
corporations, it's perfectly safe to walk in any sector I want,
yes?"

"There's safe and then there's safe," he said. "Here, lemme
call you a cab."

*

"It's these punk kids," the driver grunted from his conical
cockpit as the cab careened around, smashing into buildings.
"Think they some hot shit because they can cut my navigational
systems. Don't got much defensive, don't got enough money to lay
some in."

"Why would anybody want to hack into your cab?" I asked,
bracing myself against the seat as the car crunched through a
less solid structure.

"Kicks, I guess," he said. "Ah. Got some feedback goin'.
They don't got much control over my cab NOW."

"Good," I said. "I--"

An ear-piercing wail of white noise slammed through the cab.
The driver laughed away.

"Don' like that feedback much, huh punks?" he told himself.
"My routines breakin' your decks, goofin' up your brains? Danger
of the business, baby!"

Eventually the cab righted itself on a straight course, and
the noise stopped.

"Brains?" I asked, now that I was able to.

"They gonna mess with someone, they gotta be willin' to pay
the piper," the cabbie said. "Hope theys good enough coders to