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"Huh," he says. "Female."
The two MetaCops look at each other like, what a genius-this guy could
never be a MetaCop.
"Sorry, boys, we're full up. No space for females tonight."
"Aw, c'mon."
"See that bus in back? There was a riot at Snooze 'n' Cruise. Some
Narcolombians were selling a bad batch of Vertigo. Place went nuts.
Enforcers sent in a half dozen squads, brought in about thirty. So we're
full up. Try The Clink, down the street."
Y.T. does not like the looks of this.
They put her back in the car, turn on the noise cancellation in
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the back seat, so she can't hear anything except squirts and gurgles
coming from her own empty tummy, and the glistening crackle whenever she
moves her glommed.up hand. She was really looking forward to a Hoosegow
meal-Campfire Chili or Bandit Burgers.
In the front seat, the two MetaCops are talking to each other, They
pull out into traffic. Up in front of them is a square illumi. nated logo, a
giant Universal Product Code in black-on-white with BUY 'N' FLY underneath
it.
Stuck onto the same signpost, beneath the Buy 'n' Fly sign, is a
smaller one, a narrow strip in generic lettering: THE CLINK.
They are taking her to The Clink. The bastards. She pounds on the glass
with cuffed.together hands, leaving sticky hand-prints. Let these bastards
try to wash the stuff off. They turn around and look right through her, the
guilty scum, like they heard something but they can't imagine what.
They enter the Buy 'n' Fly's nimbus of radioactive blue security light.
Second MetaCop goes in, talks to the guy behind the counter. There's a fat
white boy purchasing a monster trucks magazine, wearing a New South Africa
baseball cap with a Confederate flag, and overhearing them he peers out the
window, wanting to lay his eyes on a real perp. A second man comes out from
back, same ethnicity as the guy behind the counter, another dark man with
burning eyes and a bony neck. This one is carrying a three-ring binder with
the Buy 'n' Fly logo. To find the manager of a franchise, don't strain to
read his title off the name tag, just look for the one with the binder.
The manager talks to the MetaCop, nods his head, pulls a keychain out
of a drawer.
Second MetaCop comes out, saunters to the car, suddenly whips open the
back door.
"Shut up," he says, "or next time I fire the loogie gun into your
mouth."
"Good thing you like The Clink," Y.T. says, "cause that is where you
will be tomorrow night, loogie-man."
"'Zat right?"
"Yeah. For credit card fraud."
"Me cop, you thrasher. How you gonna make a case at Judge Bob's
Judicial System?"
NEAL STEPHENSON
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