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and watching while the busy doctors work. The Spider crawling over me with her thin hairy legs and every few instants she sticks a needle into some synapse and stuff spews out of me: the petajoule purging.
Too bad for her.
Checking the wiring. There's a lot of ways to skin a -
- can't even get to her stupid HOUSE through the stupid BOX: no central thermo controls, no slaved AI, nothing.
Christ!
No access to words. Once, for instance, she sunk her probe into my brain and out leaked the word for "loneliness" in three hundred languages.
The Spider doesn't understand about the Assassin. Spider's just a reflex, a task and a toolset. Doesn't get the bigger picture. I'm nailed to a griddle of sand while some -blam!- is shooting roof. Few, so few at first, but now a steady drizzle, thank god: every request is something we can grab - the Spider out there sewing me back together
[SPDR: INTERRUPT]
[SURRENDER CONTROL]
[PROBE IN PROGRESS]
the quick hard twinkle pulse lasers blinking from a Seraph class as we settle, invisible as a leaf sinking into the Slipstream and carried away
[SPDR: PROBE COMPLETE]
[RESUME CONTROL]
until I can at least reach out through this toy connection and
Like being bent over at the end of a 50K, barely strong enough to breathe and yet roof
[Edited on 7/28/2004 4:03:47 AM]