205 The girl vaguely familiar, but whoever she was, he didn’t remember doing that with het
“Don’t just stand there,” Kathy said. “You have to see this.”
“That’s not me,” Laney said.
“I know,” she said, delighted. “He’s way too big. And I’d love to see you try to prove it.”
200 William Gibson -4 Chia worked the tips back on, regoggled, let Masahiko take her co his room. That same instant transition, the virtual Venice icon strobing. . . . Gomi Boy was there, and someone else, though at first she couldn’t see him. Just this glass tumbler on the work-surface that hadn’t been there before, mapped to a higher resolution than the rest of the room: filthy, chipped at the rim, something crusted at the bottom.
“That woman,” Gomi Boy began, but someone coughed. A strange dry rattle.
“You are an interesting young woman,” said a voice unlike any Chia had heard, a weird, attenuated rasp that might have been compiled from a library of faint, dry, random sounds. So that a word’s long vowel might be wires in the wind, or the click of a consonant the rattle of a dead leaf against a window. “Young woman,” it said again, and then there was something indescribable, which she guessed was meant as laughter.
“This is the Etruscan,” Masahiko said. “The Etruscan accessed your father’s expense account for us. He is most skilled.”
Something there for a second. Skull-like. Above the dirty glass. The mouth drawn and petulant. “It was nothing, really.
She told herself it was all presentation. Like when Zona presented, you could never quite focus on her. This was like that, but more extreme. And a lot of work put into the audio. But she didn’t I like it. 0 C 207 30. The Etruscan “You brought me here to meet him?” she asked Masahiko.
“Oh, no,” said the Etruscan, the Oh a polyphonic chorale, “I just wanted a look, dear.” The thing like laughter.
“The woman,” Gomi Boy said. “Did you arrange for her to meet you, at Hotel Di?”
“No,” Chia said. “She checked the taxi cabs, so you aren’t as smart as you think.”
“Well put.” The p#: the sound of a single pebble falling into a dry marble fountain. Chia focused on the glass. A huge centipede lay curled at its bottom, a thing the color of dead cuticle. She saw that it had tiny, pink hands- The glass was gone. “Sorry,” Masahiko said. “He wished only to meet you.”
“Who is the woman in Hotel Di?” Gomi Boy’s anime eyes were bright and eager, but his tone was hard.
“Maryalice,” Chia said. “Her boyfriend’s with those Russians. The thing they’re after’s in my bag there.”
“What thing?” “Maryalice says it’s a nano-assembler.” “Unlikely,” Gomi Boy said, “Tell it to the Russians.” “But you have contraband? In the room?” “I’ve got something they want.” Gomi Boy grimaced, vanished. “Where’d he go?”
“This changes the situation,” Masahiko said. “You did not tell us you have contraband.”
“You didn’t ask! You didn’t ask why they were looking for me.
Masahiko shrugged, calm as ever. “We were not certain that it was you they were interested in. The Kombinat would be very eager for the skills of someone like the Etruscan, for instance. Many people know of Hak Nam, but few know how to enter. We reacted to protect the integrity of the city.” 208 William Gibson “But your computer’s in the hotel room. They can just come there and get it.”
“It no longer matters,” he said. “I am no longer engaged in processing. My duties are assumed by others. Gomi Boy is concerned now for his safety outside, you understand? Penalties for possession of contraband are harsh. He is particularly vulnerable, because he deals in second-hand equipment.”
“I don’t think it’s the police you want to worry about, right now. I think we want to call the police. Maryalice says those Russians’ll kill us, if they find us.”
“The police would not be a good idea. The Etruscan has accessed your father’s account in Singapore. That is a crime.”
“I think I’d rather get arrested than killed.”
Masahiko considered that. “Come with me,” he said. “Your visitor is waiting.”