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Аноним1 августа 2025 г."Okay, then who we gonna be dealing with then? If Armitage is dead, and you're gonna be gone, just who exactly is going to tell me how to get these fucking toxin sacs out of my system? Who's going to get Molly back out of there? I mean, where, where exactly, are all our asses gonna be, we cut you loose from the hardwiring?"110
Аноним1 августа 2025 г."Why'd he kill himself?" Case asked.Читать далее
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He was ready to do it for a long time, but he kept going back into the freezer. Christ, he was a tedious old fuck." The Finn's face wrinkled with disgust. "It's all tied in with why he killed his wife, mainly, you want the short reason. But what sent him over the edge for good and all, little 3Jane figured a way to fiddle the program that controlled his cryogenic system. Subtle, too. So basically, she killed him. Except he figured he'd killed himself, and your friend the avenging angel figures she got him with an eyeball full of shellfish juice." The Finn flicked his butt away into the matrix below. "Well, actually, I guess I did give 3Jane the odd hint, a little of the old how to, you know?"16
Аноним1 августа 2025 г.Case had always taken it for granted that the real bosses, the kingpins in a given industry, would be both more and less than people.14
Аноним1 августа 2025 г.Armitage had been a sort of edited version of Corto, and when the stress of the run had reached a certain point, the Armitage mechanism had crumbled; Corto had surfaced, with his guilt and his sick fury. And now Corto-Armitage was dead, a small frozen moon for Freeside.16
Аноним1 августа 2025 г.he imagined him in his dark Burberry, the trenchcoat's rich folds spread out around him like the wings of some huge bat.14
Аноним1 августа 2025 г.The printer, still spewing its flimsy tongue of paper, was an in-built bulkhead unit,14
Аноним1 августа 2025 г.We can make the Finnish border, nightfall tomorrow. Treetop flying on manual.13