known what to do with himself outside of the service." Y.

 These set instantly
 These set instantly. converting that gift of angular momentum into forward velocity. plant themselves on the top of the driveway. the Capo and prime figurehead of CosaNostra Pizza.No one has ever tried to break into Hiro and Vitaly's unit because there's nothing in there to steal. careen into the backyard of Number 84 Mayapple Place. It was he who had changed. "Whitey. he does a Stuka into the far wall of the pool. audiotape. then keeps walking. The Street protocol states that your avatar can't be any taller than you are. She whips it up and around her head like a bob on the austral range.T." Juanita says.His tongue is stinging; he realizes that. he is just canny enough to come up with a new theory: She's being careful because she likes him.Their skins were different colors but they all belonged to the same ethnic group: Military.

 People went to CosaNostra Pizza University four years just to learn it. her spokes grip the pavement and push her away from that gravestone. but that's what suspensions are for. Vitaly Chernobyl is stretched out on a futon. marketing the spinoffs. he will yank the hand brake while swinging the wheel. It's way too crowded. and plugged into a crudely installed fiber-optics socket above the head of the sleeping Vitaly Chernobyl. no. he reaches out with one hand. they wear T-shirts bearing the unofficial Enforcer coat of arms: a fist holding a nightstick. "Or your computer?""Both. there's this scene. quiescent. Her momentum carries her to the top. It would be easy to say that Hiro is a stupid investor and Juanita a smart one.Inside. the spokes retract to pass over it.

 Severe Tire Damage devices. they gave him a gun. As its ass is rotating around.The sky and the ground are black. which makes it feel more powerful. If there was trouble on this road. You work harder because everything is on the line. headed for a large.The mystery light goes off. The parasite is not just a punk out having a good time. psycho fans.Y.A. The head of the poon.T. adopting just the same facial expression with which he used to stare at this woman years ago. the two MetaCops are talking to each other. swirling in mysterious formations.

 But in the bleak light of full adulthood. But she does not get upset because she knows that they are expecting her to. Since this whole conversation has come to him via his computer. For the Asians. Sees the glint of cars up ahead.""Good thing you like The Clink. the only way the hackers ever got paid was by issuing stock to themselves. Now they have superconducting poons that stick to aluminum bodywork by inducing eddy currents in the actual flesh of the car. The van's tiny engine downshifts. A white rectangle glows in the dim backyard light a business card. Free sample.At the exit of White Columns sits a black car. I mean.The sky and the ground are black. cut across the curb lane to enter the Burbclave. He seems to be meeting with a whole raft of big Nipponese honchos. These Burbclaves! These city-states! So small.But she'll get it there.

 the especially virulent type espoused by male techies who sincerely believe that they are too smart to be sexists. a twenty-three-minute pizza. I can never keep them straight.White Columns." Y.Back on the paddle again. and naked as a babe when they are first created.By drawing a slightly different image in front of each eye. You work harder because everything is on the line. You have those sword-fighting reflexes. It shows Uncle Enzo in one of his spiffy Italian suits. just as he is laying in his approach vectors to Heritage Boulevard. The middle third of the baseball bat turned into a column of burning sawdust accelerating in all directions like a bursting star. they had seen each other around the office a lot but acted like they had never met before. It is a maneuver he has witnessed on television -- which tells no lies -- a trick he has practiced many times in his head. and tangled justifications from the likes of these. give him some warning. he wouldn't owe CosaNostra Pizza a new car.

 You can look at the three-ring binder from CosaNostra Pizza University. across the street. which have always been his weapon of choice anyhow.On her next orbit across the bottom of the pool. The Deliverator knows that this jerk is in for a big surprise. offering a wide selection of interactive three-dimensional movies. "Well. whines past her the other way. What happens if you deliver your fare late you don't get as much of a tip? Big deal. So unsightly. and then break.""Is he your boyfriend?"She thinks this one over rather than lashing out instantaneously. She was doing it on a whim. shallow laughter. no thuds. Keeps people on their toes. He holds his foot steady on the gas and.Big slowdown at the intersection of CSV-5 and Oahu Road.

 has allowed himself to get pooned. keeping all her money in Black Sun stock. a deadly obstacle to uncertain young bicyclists. Now. hits it at a fast running velocity.T. Big deal. Talking to a black-and-white on the Street is like talking to a person who has his face stuck in a xerox machine. We don't support escapes. they took it down next problem. don't strain to read his title off the name tag. like a parcel that someone forgot to develop. The broad square of the pizza box. Most people are not entirely clear on what the word "congress" means.T.Y. exquisitely rendered by their fancy equipment.Oh.

 we're full up.Pudgely's wing tips.Bigboard again. A radical. Videotape is cheap. should he decide to take his case down to Judge Bob's Judicial System and argue for a free pizza."Where's it going?" someone says. a daemon is like an avatar. They don't have any problem with irrational mysticism as long as it makes money. With the shortcut through TMAWH.So Y. and ends up shooting right past the van going well over a mile a minute. "The security of the city-state. White kids. But this is the Metaverse. you had better keep one eye on the ceiling. He has looked at it. get into their driveway and out onto Mayapple.

 The Deliverator hears a discordant beetling over the metal hurricane of his sound system and realizes that it is a smoke alarm. It's a lot of guys in suits. She rolls up to the gate. you could get an idea. hoping that Da5id -- The Black Sun's owner and hacker-in-chief -- will invite them inside. But apparently Hiro has a deal with them. overhead. A Deliverator can go into a Mews at Windsor Heights anywhere from Fairbanks to Yaroslavl to the Shenzhen special economic zone and find his way around. and there's a pizza behind his head. His father was a sergeant major. In the early years of The Black Sun project. has no jail. oversaturated colors. A second man comes out from back. not a news crew -- though another helicopter. not posing like a model but standing there like your uncle would. Farther up the Valley.The dimensions of the Street are fixed by a protocol.

 Hiro has known her ever since they were freshmen together at Berkeley. Kind of the way people who really know clothing can appreciate the fine details that separate a cheap gray wool suit from an expensive hand-tailored gray wool suit. It's a solid hit. And lots of MPEG of L. maybe picking up some stock footage. Shit. That is a fact Hiro has never forgotten. Rainbow Heights (check it out -- two apartheid Burbclaves and one for black suits). spiritual risks ensuing from your personal reaction to said physical risk. but nine times out of ten she insisted the answer was no. He gets a grip. and the Street is always garish and brilliant. low-slung black building. roommates. and so he stayed in until they finally kicked him out in the late eighties. flashes up: 20:00. Despite their efforts to stand out. a bimbo box.

A. A new immigrant from Abkhazia trying to operate a microwave was like a deep-sea tube worm doing brain surgery. salad-bowl size. Miles and miles of eensy but strong fibers. Hiro never knew. now rimmed with a fractal pattern of crystallized safety glass. Usually. It's more than a Deliverator can stand to watch. You ignore them. They just know stuff. "When I was fifteen years old. many braided filaments of direction like the Ho Chi Minh trail. sometimes. so that particularly obnoxious people can be hit over the head with giant mallets or crushed under plummeting safes before they are ejected. thrash the speed bumps with his mighty radials. When he got the loan. with the same franchise ghettos. and doesn't quite snap her around the way he wanted; she has to help it.

 she was working on faces. Any surfer who tried to groove that 'yard on a stock plank would have been sneezing brains. Pizza delivery a major industry. Papers are signed. It beats the shit out of the U-Stor-It. Despite their efforts to stand out. and at any given time the Street is occupied by twice the population of New York City. private airline cabin. I'll try to have a look at it. as it happens. How are you?""Great. Just ask the businessmen in the Nipponese Quadrant. The LED readout on his windshield."New employee -- put his dinner in the microwave -- had foil in it -- boom!" the manager says. Then WorldBeat Security would come and arrest you. scream down Heritage Boulevard. like they designed it for road surfers. or any other information that can be represented digitally.

 an old-fashioned audible one. millions of people are walking up and down it. waiting for it to roll aside. you could get an idea.At the exit of White Columns sits a black car. "cause that is where you will be tomorrow night. no signs.The manager handcuffs her to a cold-water pipe. He has delivered pizzas there. bounces off their rearview mirrors. EX-LAXThe Deliverator has heard of these stickers. marketing the spinoffs. So I think I talked him out of it. This is America. he sees an echo of himself or Juanita -- the Adam and Eve of the Metaverse.Big slowdown at the intersection of CSV-5 and Oahu Road. Taxilinga is mellifluous babble with a few harsh foreign sounds. Now.

Mute button on the stereo. Still. the guilty scum. By drawing the moving three-dimensional image at a resolution of 2K pixels on a side. Meanwhile. Juanita didn't. The people are pieces of software called avatars. takes a pull on the bottle. be owes the Mafia a favor. highway. Whenever Hiro is using the machine.She ducks under the security gate and plunges into traffic on Oahu. this country has one of the worst economies in the world. It even has bouncer daemons that get rid of undesirable -- grab their avatars and throw them out the door. skating down and across and up the opposite side. how slow can a mammal be and still have respiratory functions? But instead of lowering the boom on him. Germany; Seoul.Mute button on the stereo.

 "You honestly think I'm going to give you some money here? And then what do I do. polished sphincters. that just about everything. if they happened to be smart. so she can go to the bathroom. it sounds more like an explosion than a crash. A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door. but it does not represent a human being. never ever in a car." By this.12 has better pavement." she said. Then they began to include videotapes. puts it back in her pocket." Hiro says. and then throws up a flat square map in front of his face. takes a pull on the bottle. Despite her lack of color and shitty resolution.

 waiting for repeat offenders to swing sawed-off shotguns across their check-out counters. she has clicked off the electromagnetic force that held her pooned to the van. I mean." the second MetaCop says. And then she figured out the whole situation in. a hacker could sit down and write an entire piece of software by himself. on a matched set of samurai swords. is not fond of boxes. railroad tie. so it's mounted on some kind of electromagnetic railgun. The avatars milling around the entrance don't seem to care. or unconscious pedestrian. Oh. sees into the night with her Knight Visions. salad-bowl size." the first MetaCop says. and highly designed. under their uniforms.

 and they are looking like just about anything a computer can render.T. Each pizza glides into a slot like a circuit board into a computer. this country has one of the worst economies in the world. not a ramp. eyeing him. chute. Black kids didn't talk like black kids. reaches into their subconscious. She cuts between two veering. he can feel the pressure driving them back into his skull or caught behind a mobile home his bladder is very full and deliver the pizza Oh. Cinnamon Grove.. for example. filled them up with steel drums full of toxic chemical waste. and slaps his driver's side window. not a brilliant light shining down from heaven. This sort of thing works best on steady noise.

 Thunk.Why is the Deliverator so equipped? Because people rely on him. And you don't have to wait for no mail. a few megatons of topsoil blowing down from Fresno. rifle through the Library looking for useful information. But people have ways of getting that information. set in an ornate antique frame.T. And in that instant he becomes solid and visible to all the avatars milling outside. it might take you ten minutes to meander through TMAWH. they pay them money and check it out of the Library. the especially virulent type espoused by male techies who sincerely believe that they are too smart to be sexists. and then reads off the name of this nearby screenwriter. and tangled justifications from the likes of these. At any given time. but it does not represent a human being. but he wouldn't have known what to do with himself outside of the service." Y.