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Garrotting wires wound into the web.

Shoes? Well, I felt naked without my boots. The first pair I ever had were steel caps. Not much good for
running. These days I wore titanium inserts. You could still kick the crap out of someone and sprint if you
had to.

The train slid into the Pomme de Tuyeau on the southeast tip of The Tert and the doors twitched
translucent before they opened. I found this a useful little bit of teknology. It gave you time to change
your mind if the scene didn't look right. When you're my size, you're a target in any situation. I hated that.
Being small had advantages.

The toll boys on the Pomme were Tert specials. Body-enhanced, skin-mixed, libido-jacked jerks. The
latest craze in Plastique-ville was patchwork skin: Caucasoid, Negroid, Mongoloid with a splash of
Albino thrown in for highlights. Infection rates were high amongst zigzags.

"Who wants to look like a frigging zebra?" Doll Feast would say to me. Her laugh sounded like a
tracheotomy.

I cruised past the toll boys without paying. One blond giant with a piebald face and bulging triceps
glowered at me but made no move.

How did they see me? I wondered. Doll Feast's lover? Jamon Mondo's whore?

Resentment squirted through my gut. One day it would just be about me, Parrish Plessis.

Inside the villa corridors and melded rooms anything and anyone that sells was for sale. Fishertown
Shimmers were everywhere, hawking shellfish aphrodisiacs and longevity oils smelling as potent as their
scam. They had the voracious look of the half starved.

I silently counted my way to the hardware villas, reciting it like a litany.

Five villa sets north: Pharmaceuticals and Pleasure. No coin needed to pass through Doll's patch. The
babes came here for fripperies and Doll was good to me.

Three villa sets east: Bodyparts, Replacements, Makeovers. Frigging zebra country!

One villa sets south: Stolen Tekno. Hmmm, tight ice. Who knows how far back that goes?

Then it'sтАж Hardware.

I climbed up some battered stairs to the roof and across a planking arrangement, watching out for
dayrats. Then down some defunct escalator steps to the fourth door along the bottom where I was
scanned by security vid and optic ID, and decontaminated for blood residues and parasites. By the time
Minoj's face appeared on the vidset I was tugging my dreads impatiently.

Minoj's greasy skin shone with angelic intensity; his grin was lecherous and rotting.

"Little thing"тАФhe knew how I hated thatтАФ"waiting always improves your mien. Come in and play with
the toys."