"Truth suffers from too much analysis." - Zensufi saying


The turbolift didn't move, and it took his country-boy mind a whole ten seconds to realize that he'd already hit the 242nd floor without feeling any gravs, all the time thinking that perhaps he should have taken his old pappy's 14-guage shotgun from underneath the moldy desk drawer marked with red paint splotches. The floor scanner tracked Kola's geometry and began shuffling through it's interbank even as the lift decelerated to two gees and began depressurizing. The doors didn't open on 250. He cursed with the best of them. The security scanner's viral probe sniffed Kola once and reeled back in what would have been horror if it had been programmed for such a response, then quickly initiated the main 'frying' sequence to isolate the contamination. Within seconds the elevator shaft would be sanitized in a stream of fire and death and sent back down like a fall from grace. Kola inhaled deeply, blinked twice and closed his eyes. In his mind, he rearranged the detonation charges in a triangle facing the sealed outer doors, and the tight-beam flipped through several metres of plasteel to contact the charge controls. His cranial kal spoke softly to the security bombs and gently coaxed their cooperation with soothing cryptokeys. The turbolift filled with green-blue impact gel as the detonation coruscated through the entire shielded floor and pierced the seven layers of filter doors so meticulously installed by Health Services at extreme expense to prevent just such an emergency. Swimming through waist-high engineered mucus, Kola scrambled through the blasted portals towards the office corridors, trailing the interface web which had just saved his life. The web retracted back into his skinsuit while he checked the clip on his hydra and began plowing through the sonic screens in a frantic dash towards the glass façade of the building. He was running across a mezzanine gallery decorated in glass mosaics when the smell of charred metal ripped through his nostrils like a hyena's breath. Whipped his legs up and away - the laser streamed in a pink arc beneath his feet and smoothly clipped through a decorative acanthus column. Kola didn't bother firing back, but let loose a salvo of fin-missiles from his hydra towards the reinforced oculus window ahead. The flower-pattern glass disintegrated outwards as air pressure equalized, clearing the way for a spectacular leap which never materialized. The lasergun relocked and filled the oculus with sparkling glass fragments of ruby and carnelian. Kola grunted and inhaled as his legs propelled him towards a wafer-thin side window, knowing the lasergun's pseudo-AI had guessed incorrectly, but also knowing that his second choice of exits would certainly be the more painful. With a dull plop his skinsuit burst against the window, only cracking the middle panel without piercing it. In the spirit of efficiency, some damn internal sensor had already begun scheduling window repairs by the time Kola reached for his directional grenade. The laser sliced through his forearm and then flashed wildly when it hit the reflective metal coating his radius and ulna, bursting into a rainbow of diffused colours. There was little blood, but Kola's mind had already filled with panic when the grenade emitted a muffled 'wump' and the room was replaced by a swirling blue-black mist as he was sucked outside into the void. Falling downwards, he really felt the gees as wind howled across his face and the skinsuit ejected an octopus-like mask across his face. Disorientation lasted too long and the first parachute shot out at a completely wrong angle. Kola twisted his face away from the glittering sparkles of the night sky eyesats and towards the flaming expanse of the city grid below. The organic sides of the Union InfoBank zipped by like a twisted highway. Forearm felt numb where the methedrine was already taking effect, but the initial pain had yanked his mind towards stability once again. A few deft movements had him righted feet towards the earth again, plunging ever faster towards the slick waters of the Sound. It wouldn't increase his life expectancy to drift slowly across Manhattan airspace while aerodrones converged with centimetre-precision tracking. Kola's slim body jetted down like a knife through the protozone layer over the old skyscraper district, trailing fake mass emitters which would deceive the drones for a few seconds. Twenty metres over the oily waters the second parachute burst apart into a thousand filaments, each of which traveled horizontally for a hundred metres in a fern pattern. He slid gently into the lukewarm water and chopped the filament parachute off before it strangled him in its microfibres and began swimming underwater towards the shore at a leisurely pace. His wage-meter clicked at $9,261 just when he reached the industrial coastline. It had been an expensive night for financial transactions.


Anonymous remailer sent me a defunct address for my girlfriend. She'd had it patched and now the damn remailer was filtering out the crap I was sending here. It's amazing what a little poking can do to people. Not like she'd petitioned through undernet or anything. No, probably shacking up with some neurotic cypherpunk who deleted her card the minute he saw she was from the meaner side of Boston's Alley, or whichever side is the meanest in the 'old new england' parlance.
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"Good Evening Mr. Ashlen. This is Global News Monitor for Friday, June 5, 2032."
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Damn. Hopefully someone at Allied Signal will need a datatrician tomorrow. She wasn't herself anymore, not with the collapse of the soft underbelly of her life, the part that had whined and cajoled and ingratiated to get the little pay increases, the meagre scale upgrades, the soft playmer couch. The mail murmured softly 'Confirm employment at Brooknow Selenics wage-scale V.54 for June 6 2032?' 'Confir-!' blurted out before she registered the enormous scale increase. '-wait! Details on employer.' 'Brooknow Selenics is a leader in the field of advanced sub-genetic and selenic construction, as well a profitable trading partner in the East-Coast Trading Regime and a fully-licensed member of the American Medical Collegium, (application granted 01-27-2017). Housed in the Elvyn MacArthur Federal Territory, St. Louis, Brooknow Selenics maintains a high-morale and high-scale production atmosphere that exceeds Protocol guidelines for safety, comfort, ethno-creedal, physical, emotional and psychological integrity.


She ran past the lurid dreams of twilight and rounded the corner just in time to see the car whip past in a liquid arc of collision lights and spraying impact foam. The bluish foam muffled the impact as the Pumaran plowed into a shopserve tenement and disappeared in a halo of cheap red brick dust and twirling crystal glass. She clutched the thin wafer with clawing hands and whispered a rhyme from her grandfather's ancient


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