Dixie's Introduction

[Case] turned on the tensor beside the Hosaka. The crisp circle of light fell directly the Flatline's construct. He slotted some ice, connnected the construct, and jacked in. It was exactly the senstion of someone reading over his shoulder. He coughed. "Dix? McCoy? That you man?" His throat was tight. "Hey, bro," said a directionless voice. "It's Case, man. Remember?" "Miami, joeboy, quick study." "What's the last thing you remember before I spoke to you, Dix?" "Nothin'." "Hang on." He disconnected the construct. The presence was gone. He reconnected it. "Dix? Who am I?" "You got me hung, Jack. Who the fuck are you?" "Ca--your buddy. Partner. What's happening, man?" "Good question." "Remember me being here, a second ago?" "No." "Know how a ROM personality construct works?" "Sure, bro, it's a firmware construct." "So I jack it into the bank I'm using, I can give it sequential real-time memory?" "Guess so," said the construct. "Okay, Dix,. You are a ROM construct. Got me?"

"If you say so," said the construct. "Who are you?"

"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?"

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