"Ah, well", a different voice says, Dix is on the channel, "at least they can't escape out the back, now can they?" Static for laughter. You get the feeling that someone might be reading over your shoulder. "You know they just cut off their matrix node, right? 'Cuz they thought I might be up to somethin'." That rough static comes up the line again. "Of course, I wuz," he adds, "but that doesn't mean they needed to cut themselves OFF, now did it?" A datanode clip attachment pulses in your lower-left vision, letting you know that somebody left you a little something.
You see that some of the wall art either resembles spiders or octopi, and with the style they're sprayed/tagged/drawn/painted on, it could easily go either way. Kind of a problem with modern art, it being significant only in the eye and mind of the beholder, and all that spit.
Your systems auto-mark nine persons of different make and model, one bracketed down to a gurney (pregnant, possibly in the throes of delivery) three on the left, four on the right, all armed with a cylinder (could be an auto-injector hacked into something else) with a plastic tube that disappears into the form on the gurney. No, this does NOT look good at all. The ninth figure is all the way in the back, but their form is severely indistinct, and shifty, as thought it's ID program has been hacked, and somehow damaged in real life, and it can't figure out what it is supposed to be/display.
And that's your lot: time is slowing down, because it's passing so quickly... |
