tate-of-t, a poless megacorps over bureaucracies. Pluss ran for about s siderable lengts adjat and to ting    cuated by ter and television ss and filtered dayligside. Beloom Japanese and ese decks.

        t inted ric reets gliding by silently. Cald cigo ense body. Si , urned upside do, to’s avatar t o t t limo full of fanputer equipment. All the space of hours.

        t like t, sat at rigo    tment. t look like talking kind so idle banter    of tion. t part at ted someto e leaping out of t any moment. Cald make out a driver in t of the limo.

        One of t    a disproportionate amount of time pumping puterized iron. t t to burst out of ts. te sector bodyguards for    t t suggested sometogeter. t table, heir around mirror shades.

        “So Mr. Cald you going to thank me for saving your life?”

        A voice like its oing t it o it. It    sent santly, a maelstrom of images flasars in an a massively multiplayer online game. t as quickly as it ’s tiempted to ighe pain.

        t came from a man , it range familiarity. Caldion of t could see notrics could rattle someone in ion. And Caldtle rattled. Rattled t whis was knew his name.

        A click, as a sideligg man in a black pinstriped city suit and a tan fedora. Caldruded from s and pulsated like miniature fire ing of tiliaared at ation of some cyberspace image.    seemed t time or teco    ty    t ts of ageing all to grave.    draion too many. he looked fake.

        “t off noikit ared at    suggested a dim-ted alternative to Einstein’s tivity. ted to get intimate. Caldy as a blank s of paper. t make sense. Everyto be spiraling out of trol. Ba ton, ready to imbibe tents of terious vial of nano poison,    totally in trol of iny. No t otally out of trol, a pa t of tructed suit, looked like o some of tions, issues t    back furts.

        Questions of identity. ,    even in cyberspace. Unless of course, t able ser. Caldting in teo stay alive, at least for a while.

        t reminded Caldional Geograp    particularly gregarious species of poisonous snake,    ure ct.

        “I find it very o believe t you are not in t bit ied in    ion.

        “ you tell me and just drop me off somes.”

        “ouldn’t be t time, Cad. My name is Bruce Fouler. I am ted your career. I am to your future, if you care about it at all. I am o give you anot oo early. Your star burned brigoo s a    in rapid-fire staccato, occasional iions of ey peeking out from tonous . Caldincts . t kne    sometold    bluff.    o.

        “Loy is relative Mr. Fouler. As long as I am still breat a s at it.”

        “Still t ass, e.

        Cald    person    out of t psycial recall but o find ter’s face vaguely familiar. And ting feeling t    going to like o tell him.

        “ you tell me o kill you?” Fouler tinued.

        “You seem to    you be telling me?    do you    h me?”

        “OK, let’s cut to to be one of us. Never mind    to t in a jiffy. But tter is t some o avail ourselves of your skills once again. On a strictly freelance basis of course. Be    once    someone back,    tions asked. In your case, I’ll make an exception and iurn for your services    you’ve been searcime. to the fold.”

        ts kept trained on Cald served ter.

        ****

        t t London traffic.    rying to ree tire er of minutes. Cald t driverless. tain precision to t suggested ts making splasterns on t above. tical about ts dispersed transparent surface. Caldrack of    industrial facilities robed terior of termittently, making gariss of two he limo’s soles.

        Fouler, tery man ting in t in t, as to tell Cald. Caldill reeling and trying not to let it sfit t could afford driverless limousines and could use gover approved sound guns. From terior, tfit t    its disposal an incredible amount of puting po in Fouler’s limo, imagine     all. Big union s alamping auty on an increasingly fluid market ion of freelancers kept in cification and location teologies.

        Cald    ly remembered not. it quied in anticipation of    to tell uff oo important to interrupt so    patiently getting acquainted ing for Fouler to spill t ted o ge his mind.

        ter code scrolling do monitors and disappearing into tco get acquainted ing systems. Vast plains of data expanded before    to some ory in cyberspace. Fouler cougo get Caldtention tabbing at tared at ter for a moment. tinued playing again.

        Fouler seemed to    sometack of cards from    pocket and s a te o. Cald dorols and edged foricipation. Caldapped listlessly on ther skin of his knapsack.

        “I    you to take a look at t length.

        “Do I o?” Caldorted    t amount of sarcasm to get oo find out about t not indulge t fetiso dangerous slits and scic face.

        “You don’t    I am    you?” h.

        “All rig said nothing.

        Cald t ern or probably even Italian iinctly Caucasian about ures.    from rimmed glasses on a square face.    dark-skinned Latin te, y oriental eyes t burned urbing but at time familiar. Caldirred someto but    t idea why. Or did he?

        Caldograpion on to back to Fouler    at ttom of his pile of cards.

        “Am I supposed to krying to sound offo form in    t s implications at t precise moment.

        “I don’t expect you to,” Fouler said h a sly smile.

        “ake a look at to face do to Caldwell.

        “Look Fouler, or ting tedious. Eitell me    my past, drop me off or kill me,” Cald    option o sound as promising as it ting eous. Fouler aken aback by burst.

        “Just look at to. Your future depends on it,” hed.

        “Okay, okay, don’t get your Y-fronts in a t,” Calds. tly.     to pop. ate al on to and stared at it.    skipped several beats.

        It    te in tal tilt to t o a cold s. It started as a faint deina and tarted gus of aking t spent taring into t t it    amber. t identical to t made her?

        A migraine came out of noed pounding Calder of painkiller from    pocket and jabbed it into    deliberate waves.

        “ted.

        “Are ts? You knoill breatill sing like a dog on . All pretence    of too big, too far-reaco play games.

        “Yes. I knohan you    possibly imagine.”

        “try me,” Caldwell said figill reeling.

        “I o you getting your memory back,” Fouler said,     getting acquainted o rivets. Caldared at    dribbled doeely resolve kicked in as ions of    Cald al lack of long term memories. If Fouler o do        going to let t. o play it cool.

        “My memory? Prove it,” Cald bullsti all back. But o use it as some kind of bargaining c o do wever Fouler asked o do.

        “You asked for it. Ask and ye sically. tal uros to    pocket. Caldal o    ake till        looked like a red Cer on it. It meant noto Cald Fouler kno    read C happened.

        ***

        An accelerated slides flaso oigrobed t ema projector plete cerspersed s of versations, discordant voices and music rag through Caldwell’s mind.

        A roasted sug pig on a baable festooned iles and tal eb doeep road into some of tallest skyscrapers    touc. Gleaming corporate buildings t c as tceel from a different angle. A te logos lig sky turning it into an artificial day.

        A side a Cemple. Kung fu movies, sped up and blurred, rus terns bob in a polluted Styrofoam-ied , ing    trees. A brue o a smile. A girl in a library ranslut it s to look at c of a blood-red su. Pink dolphins jump and squeak in a dank black sea.

        Old men move trying to grab objects out of t market, cr in a square t is at orange and vaguely familiar. A ly to gariseet dive into a pool of blood. A Cer in an unusual serializes on a we piece of paper.
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