Нейромант. Трилогия «Киберпространство»

""What you see is what you get," yeah," the Finn said.

She extended the gun. "Maybe you get the explosives, lots of them, or maybe you get a cancer. One dart, shitface.”
"Please. You call this in Ingiliz making me very tight..."
"I call it a bad morning.

"You get agoraphobic, they take you out from under a dome. Just pretend it's Brooklyn or something."

Does repairs for samurai."

With the Flatline's help, he connected with the London data base that Molly claimed was Armitage's.
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"Sift for owner's personal history."
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"Contents are primarily video recordings of postwar military trials," said the distant voice of the Hosaka. "Central figure is Colonel Willis Corto."
"Show it already," Case said.
A man's face filled the screen. The eyes were Armitage's.

"Okay, Dix. You are a ROM construct. Got me?"
"If you say so," said the construct. "Who are you?"
"Case."
"Miami," said the voice, "joeboy, quick study."
"Right. And for starts, Dix, you and me, we're gonna sleaze over to London grid and access a little data. You game for that?"
"You gonna tell me I got a choice, boy?"

their high heels like polished hooves

Molly had gone back to the loft hours ago, the Flatline's construct in her green bag, and Case had been drinking steadily ever since.
It was disturbing to think of the Flatline as a construct, a hardwired ROM cassette replicating a dead man's skills, obsessions, kneejerk responses...

Then he did the lawyer's ice and we got the family address.

A thin black child with wooden beads and antique resistors woven tightly into her hair opened the Finn's door and led them along the tunnel of refuse.