Neuromancer

Riviera's holos waited for them, the torture scenes and the cannibal children.

A fresh wave of symbols swept across his vision, one line at a time.

"I know you," Case said, Linda beside him.
"No," the boy said, his voice high and musical, "you do not."
"You're the other AI. You're Rio. You're the one who wants to stop Wintermute. What's your name? Your Turing code. What is it?"

She looked like one of the girls on the Finn's old magazines in Metro Holografix come to life, only she was tired and sad and human, the ripped costume pathetic as she stumbled over clumps of salt-silver sea grass.

"Hey," he said, "it's breaking down. Bet you know, too. What is it? Kuang? Chinese icebreaker eating a hole in your heart?

He tore at the impossible knot in his shoelaces,

The music woke him,

"Jesus," Case said, and closed his eyes.

"He said you know the code. Peter said. Wintermute needs the code."
"Yes," 3Jane said, "I do. I learned it as a child. I think I learned it in a dream... Or somewhere in the thousand hours of my mother's diaries. But I think that Peter has a point, in urging me not to surrender it. There would be Turing to contend with, if I read all this correctly,

"You said you were trying to kill the old man? You fiddled his cryogenic programs?"
3Jane nodded. "I had help. From a ghost. That was what I thought when I was very young, that there were ghosts in the corporate cores. Voices. One of them was what you call Wintermute, which is the Turing code for our Berne AI,