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I arrived significantly late, checkpoints north of Paris having been closed following an attack. I left a message on the voicemail of Eastern to keep informed and had made a detour through the Porte de Levallois.

The rendezvous took place in a call center decommissioned in Sarcelles, in front of an Ibis. The building had all the appearance of being condemned. The windows were walled up with bricks held in place by large patches of cement. The facade was full of graffiti tags of various compounds and the names of rap groups in the most vogue, representations and coarse vulvas penis drawn to the bomb as well as clumsy scribbling insults using English words suck and fuck . The inventory made me understand that this application would soon be out of the ordinary.

I spotted the entrance, a security door with a sign bearing the inscription gilt GROUP SA logomachy I dialed the access code that Eastern had provided in his e-mail and I entered. My footsteps echoed

heavily on the stairs. I passed on the second floor and made again another door code for access. Eastern office was at the bottom a large room once used for telemarketing. I walked along dozens of rows of empty cubicles, fully evacuated of all telecom equipment and computer. Clusters of wires falling from the ceiling and holes were burst, such weeds, ducts ripped. Other cables snaked the floor torn in all directions. The only apparent trace of recent human activity were some photos and calendars pinned to the walls still dusty pale. Eastern

received me in his office. His cigar Trinidad Fundadores projecting fumaroles in arabesques toward the ceiling, will further increase the mood, if only to expensive development contrasted sharply with the misery outside view: halogen lighting, bright colors, thick carpeting, leather chairs.

- Sorry for the delay. There was a merguez party at the Porte de Clignancourt organized by some natives of the Republic provided with explosive belts. Do not

reacting to my words, he begged me to sit down and began the meeting by going straight to the point.

- According to all the usual practice, nobody knows anything. The contract I'm working on now is not. Nevertheless, I have some great tenors of MiniCul 1 on the back and I find myself in a particularly painful or risky.

He pulled on his long tan before continuing. Glowing ashes after sending a red alert.

- The Ministry expects the product but my studio is completely blocked. My package is locked and I find myself unable to work on my team. For their part, departmental executives who manage the contacts with my services do not hesitate to call me back, and this in terms more direct than that I have an absolute obligation of result on this matter. I found that the tone comes from little bit of a threat.

To close his introduction, he sent a generous puff of smoke that hovered for a few seconds above his desk.

- Let me see your setup and I'll see what I can do.

A private elevator that served his office dropped us in a basement room where was the machine, or rather writing workshop, called as Eastern.

I first noticed the display device composed of large metal frames suspended from the sliding rails mounted on the ceiling. Chrome black, everything was smooth, sparkling, cold, as if the installation was forged from a metal star in an orbiting laboratory. Cosmic quality. Three flat screens were embedded in each frame, a large screen in the middle flanked by two smaller screens that were turned slightly toward the center. All screens showed a pattern shaped mandala Celtic in black and white. Minor disturbances occurred to disturb the display.

- It's pretty. Who did you install?

- A specialist who fitted me trading rooms in Macau in the past. He owed me a few services.

- So it Here you invested your earnings after the bubble of coltan.

- Partly.

Desiring to change the subject, he pointed the finger at the central unit. It sat in the middle of the installation. Cube-shaped, it looked like a block of polished black granite, RJ-11 cables coming out of each side as many tentacles translucent. Two large leather chairs fitted with desks were positioned on either side. Each chair was positioned under a flat panel sets. The other end of an RJ-11 emerged from a sheath attached to the armrest of each chair.

I went to the computer. The cube vibrated so so intense that it gave a slight touch pitched while unloading a tingling in the fingers. The only thing that broke the darkness of its surface was smooth logos combined IBM and Intel along with the words 'ThinkTank IBM, Intel Inside MPG'.

Eastern, seeing that I was looking at the mark, gave me some details.

- For IBM is a ThinkTank, but for me it is a Writers' Block. I nodded, smiling

before moving on to technical issues.

- And what it is like OS and apps on this bike?

He pulled a notebook from his pocket and began reading aloud.

- MPG Linux 1.5, C shell MPG, MPG MySQL 0.9, and Perl MPG 1.1. Everything is in version 2 MPG.

- As a compiler?

- An old gcc 0.8 MPG.

- And what happens with the package?

Eastern invited me to sit in chairs and took the chair beside me.

- I suspect the Chinese have locked my license 'Brainstormer'. This is a purchase that I negotiated in Chi-Lung, right after the invasion. The software was patched to connect to their grid during each user session to access the modules essential to the functioning of the whole. They had to decide to terminate the license. The irony is that it was a pirated license by them from a Brazilian grid. For a while, the rumor that they mount an operation similar to mine in Taipei. I fear they have decided to take action. In short, I have eight encapsulated consciousness that I can no longer run.

- Who has cobbled-machine interfaces cortex?

Eastern stared at me.

- The less you know, the better for you. And for me.

- The cognitive data are encapsulated in what format?

- We use BrainWaves XML with DTD lite.

- So, I need an AC / DC 3.

Thereupon, he heaved a sigh of resignation.

- It will be more delicate, you know. This kind of software is no longer allowed in our countries, regulations issued by the UN-bis oblige.

- I can not do without.

- Really?

- You did not have your entries in the archives to soft Natal ⁴ ?

- If I always accessible.

- Good. I can not do without. It must to me.

- Okay, I'll see what I can do. Well, let's get the facts. At glance, it will look in the how?

I did some quick mental additions.

- It will look into the 20,000 euros plus costs for delivery within 30 days. I will take the equivalent neuneus ⁵ if it suits you.

Eastern nodded his head.

- Okay. Indeed, a new settlement in euros is preferable and not likely attract prying eyes. Made as usual by sending me a written offer to any study database. Put it all in the name of your company. You can start immediately.

I got up.

- Good, it's bargain time.

He rose in his turn and shook my hand vigorously. What that was the nature of the request, I had never refused the development of software illegally. Most often I do not know how to proceed following the acceptance of my terms. This time much less than others.

I left. It was night. A chill wind passed through the intersection. The dry cold and the rise of my adrenaline were harbingers of a long night. Facing the huge neon sign of the hotel crackled loudly. His flashing me Malaxa sight with light pulses.

I walked to sustained pace during several minutes before stopping. The lungs ordnance with cold, I reached the center of one of these new urban spaces, the district dropped away like a package of humanitarian aid meant to breathe life into a fallow area. Never wanted a few peacekeepers to inject more useless in the surrounding scenery.

The area was newly built and barely faded, the lights of the lampposts were crowned with iridescent and crystalline sodium lighting spooning sidewalk ballet of a dusty glow. In the distance I could still see the twinkle of the hotel brand. Unless they were retinal persistence of vision disturbed me so that even with eyes closed, I could see that the lineaments fine embroidered lace on the inside of my eyelids that the sign was damaged and that the 'H' and ' O 'were off. Ibis

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1: Department of Culture, Communication, Information and Show, and Time available human brain.
2: Massively Parallel Grid
3: battery of conscience / decompiler consciences
4: International Institute of Neuroscience in Natal Brazil
5 : N ew U.S. ro; put into circulation in Germany, Belgium and France following the Istanbul declaration decreeing a European Union five-speed.