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funny; there's a lot of white noise creeping into his audio.
"Industry expression," Hiro says. "The Industry feeds off the human
biomass of America. Like a whale straining krill from the sea."
Him wedges himself between a couple of Nipponese businessmen. One is
wearing uniform blue, but the other is a neotraditional, wearing a dark
kimono. And, like Hiro, he's wearing two swords-the long katana on his left
hip and the one-handed wakizashi stuck diagonally in his waistband. He and
Hiro glance cursorily at each other's armaments. Then Hiro looks away and
pretends not to notice, while the neo-traditional is freezing solid, except
for the corners of his mouth, which are curling downward. Him has seen this
kind of thing before. He knows he's about to get into a fight.
People are moving out of the way; something big and inexDrable is
plunging through the crowd, shoving avatars this way rnd that. Only one
thing has the ability to shove people around like that inside The Black Sun,
and that's a bouncer daemon.
As they get closer, Hiro sees that it's a whole flying wedge of Lhem,
gorillas in tuxedos. Real gorillas. And they seem to be headed toward Hiro.
He tries to back away, but he quickly runs into something. Looks like
Bigboard finally got him in trouble; he's on his way out ,f the bar.
NEAL STEPHENSON
"Da5id," Him says. "Call them off, man, I'll stop using it"
All of the people in his vicinity are staring over Him's shoulder,
their faces illuminated by a stew of brilliant colored lights.
Hiro turns around to look at Da5id. But Da5id's not there anymore.
Instead of Da5id, there is just a jittering cloud of bad digital karma.
It's so bright and fast and meaningless that it hurts to look at. It flashes
back and forth from color to black and white, and when it's in color, it
rolls wildly around the color wheel as though being strafed with
high-powered disco lights. And it's not staying within its own body space;
hair-thin pixel lines keep shooting off to one side, passing all the way
across The Black Sun and out through the wall. It is not so much an
organized body as it is a centrifugal cloud of lines and polygons whose
center cannot hold, throwing bright bits of body shrapnel all over the room,
interfering with people's avatars, flickering and disappearing.
The gorillas don't mind. They shove their long furry fingers into the
midst of the disintegrating cloud and latch onto it somehow and carry it
past Hiro, toward the exit. Hiro looks down as it goes past him and sees
what looks very much like Da5id's face as viewed through a pile of shattered
glass. It's just a momentary glimpse. Then the avatar is gone, expertly
drop-kicked out the front door, soaring out over the Street in a long flat
arc that takes it over the horizon. Hiro looks up the aisle to see Da5id's
table, empty, surrounded by stunned hackers. Some of them are shocked, some
are trying to stifle grins.
Da5id Meier, supreme hacker overlord, founding father of the Metaverse
protocol, creator and proprietor of the world-famous Black Sun, has just
suffered a system crash. He's been thrown out of his own bar by his own
daemons.