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JAMROCK PUBLIC LIBRARY - “Billie *Méjean*, you said? Give me a moment, I'll have to check our database.” He puts down the receiver. SHIVERS - On Meroe drive in Central Jamrock—in a darkened hall lit by orange desk lamps—a middle-aged man taps commands into an old radiocomputer.

KIM KITSURAGI - “Enough of that now, officer…“ The lieutenant pats you on the back. “There has got to be a better, more *age-appropriate* way in.” PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Hear that? You're old.

RUBY, THE INSTIGATOR - “Travel enough, and you realize…for the same reason that she's everyone's type as an object of desire, she's not irreplaceable.” ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Wrong. That kind of pussy is *never* replaceable.

ENDURANCE - Yum. Did someone say topping pie? YOU - “How about you deliver *me* a topping pie?”

ACELE - She looks at the old wooden church up on the poles. As a mean wind comes bellowing in, the six-story structure lets out a doleful shriek. SHIVERS - The floorboards are twisting and the shooting beams are slowly cracking like bones.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You run your tongue across the plate four or five times. Like a dog.

SHIVERS - The winds are silent. The streets are empty of her. She is no longer in the city of Revachol.

YOU - I can do this without the speed. Half the town won't be dead… ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Suit yourself, slow, sad shell-man. See how you do without your spark.

TITUS HARDIE - He holds out his giant fist. YOU - Bump it. Hard. TITUS HARDIE - Your fist connects with his. The slam is audible. PAIN THRESHOLD - A flash of pain, like slamming your fist against iron. He is stronger than he looks -- and he looks like Ramout Karzai.

BIRD'S NEST ROY - “I don't plan on selling up and joining the mastodons of La Delta just yet.” ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Shades here is certainly junked up enough to fit in with the big dicks swinging wild and free across the river.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - It's out there now. In the world. Made manifest. HALF LIGHT - It will devour everything.

LITTLE LILY - “I don't say bad words. Lamby doesn't either.” HALF LIGHT - FUCK OFF.

SAVOIR FAIRE - You reach out to grab the tie…but what's this? Radiating chest pain! Fear washes over you. PAIN THRESHOLD - You can take it. Just breathe.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - We'll give you another chance. Booze *always* gives you *another* chance.

LENA - “Revachol is a Zone of Control, led by the Coalition. We have almost no government of our own. And certainly not one who's horseback.” PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Of course. You've arrived at a *weak* world, where no one appreciates animal husbandry.

YOU - “F…d…dfuck you!” PAIN THRESHOLD - Your hand cracks and twists in his grasp but your body is too numb with adrenaline to feel it…

SHIVERS - Around her -- a drop in atmospheric pressure. Not long from now it will get dark. The rain will come. And the air will start moving faster, circling the box she stands on…

YOU - (Kick the generator.) PAIN THRESHOLD - A small agony -- minuscule bones may have fractured -- but it proves the point. YOU - “…ouch.” KIM KITSURAGI - He nods approvingly. He even smiles.

PAYPHONE - She heard you, but she does not hang up. And neither do you. You can't. PAIN THRESHOLD - That's it. You're caught in a trap. It'll take quite a while for the shit-circus to end now.