This is a non sequitur that has been nibbling1 on the edges of Hiro's mind for the last ten minutes: Laser light has a particular kind of gritty intensity2, a molecular3 purity reflecting its origins. Your eye notices this, somehow knows that it's unnatural4. It stands out anywhere, but especially under a dirty overpass5 in the middle of the night. Hiro keeps getting flashes of it in his peripheral6 vision, keeps glancing over to track down its source. It's obvious to him, but no one else seems to notice.
Someone in this overpass, somewhere, is bouncing a laser beam off Hiro's face. It's annoying. Without being too obvious about it, he changes his course slightly, wanders over to a point downwind of a trash fire that's burning in a steel drum. Now he's standing7 in the middle of a plume8 of diluted9 smoke that he can smell but can't quite see.
But the next time the laser darts10 into his face, it scatters11 off a million tiny, ashy particulates12 and reveals itself as a pure geometric line in space, pointing straight back to its source.
It's a gargoyle13, standing in the dimness next to a shanty14. Just in case he's not already conspicuous15 enough, he's wearing a suit. Hiro starts walking toward him. Gargoyles16 represent the embarrassing side of the Central Intelligence Corporation. Instead of using laptops, they wear their computers on their bodies, broken up into separate modules17 that hang on the waist, on the back, on the headset. They serve as human surveillance devices, recording18 everything that happens around them. Nothing looks stupider, these getups are the modern-day equivalent of the slide-rule scabbard or the calculator pouch19 on the belt, marking the user as belonging to a class that is at once above and far below human society. They are a boon20 to Hiro because they embody21 the worst stereotype22 of the CIC stringer. They draw all of the attention. The payoff for this self-imposed ostracism23 is that you can be in the Metaverse all the time, and gather intelligence all the time.
The CIC brass24 can't stand these guys because they upload staggering quantities of useless information to the database, on the off chance that some of it will eventually be useful. It's like writing down the license25 number of every car you see on your way to work each morning, just in case one of them will be involved in a hit-and-run accident. Even the CIC database can only hold so much garbage. So, usually, these habitual26 gargoyles get kicked out of CIC before too long.
This guy hasn't been kicked out yet. And to judge from the quality of his equipment -- which is very expensive -- he's been at it for a while. So he must be pretty good.
If so, what's he doing hanging around this place?
"Hiro Protagonist," the gargoyle says as Hiro finally tracks him down in the darkness beside a shanty. "CIC stringer for eleven months. Specializing in the Industry. Former hacker27, security guard, pizza deliverer, concert promoter." He sort of mumbles28 it, not wanting Hiro to waste his time reciting a bunch of known facts.
The laser that kept jabbing Hiro in the eye was shot out of this guy's computer, from a peripheral device that sits above his goggles29 in the middle of his forehead. A long-range retinal scanner. If you turn toward him with your eyes open, the laser shoots out, penetrates30 your iris31, tenderest of sphincters, and scans your retina. The results are shot back to CIC, which has a database of several tens of millions of scanned retinas. Within a few seconds, if you're in the database already, the owner finds out who you are. If you're not already in the database, well, you are now.
Of course, the user has to have access privileges. And once he gets your identity, he has to have more access privileges to find out personal information about you. This guy, apparently32, has a lot of access privileges. A lot more than Hiro.
"Name's Lagos," the gargoyle says.
So this is the guy. Hiro considers asking him what the hell he's doing here. He'd love to take him out for a drink, talk to him about how the Librarian was coded. But he's pissed off. Lagos is being rude to him (gargoyles are rude by definition).
"You here on the Raven33 thing? Or just that fuzz-grunge tip you've been working on for the last, uh, thirty-six days approximately?" Lagos says.
Gargoyles are no fun to talk to. They never finish a sentence. They are adrift in a laser-drawn world, scanning retinas in all directions, doing background checks on everyone within a thousand yards, seeing everything in visual light, infrared34, millimeter. wave radar35, and ultrasound all at once. You think they're talking to you, but they're actually poring over the credit record of some stranger on the other side of the room, or identifying the make and model of airplanes flying overhead. For all he knows, Lagos is standing there measuring the length of Hiro's cock through his trousers while they pretend to make conversation.
"You're the guy who's working with Juanita, right?" Hiro says.
"Or she's working with me. Or something like that"
"She said she wanted me to meet you."
For several seconds Lagos is frozen. He's ransacking36 more data. Hiro wants to throw a bucket of water on him.
"Makes sense," he says. "You're as familiar with the Metaverse as anyone. Freelance hacker -- that's exactly right."
"Exactly right for what? No one wants freelance hackers37 anymore."
"The corporate38 assembly-line hackers are suckers for infection. They're going to go down by the thousands, just like Sennacherib's army before the walls of Jerusalem," Lagos says.
"Infection? Sennacherib?"
"And you can defend yourself in Reality, too -- that'll be good if you ever go up against Raven. Remember, his knives are as sharp as a molecule39. They'll go through a bulletproof jacket like lingerie."
"Raven?"
"You'll probably see him tonight. Don't mess with him."
"Okay," Hiro says. "I'll look out for him."
"That's not what I said," Lagos says. "I said, don't mess with him."
"Why not?"
"It's a dangerous world," Lagos says. "Getting more dangerous all the time. So we don't want to upset the balance of terror. Just think about the Cold War."
"Yup." All Hiro wants to do now is walk away and never see this guy again, but he won't wind up the conversation.
"You're a hacker. That means you have deep structures to worry about, too."
"Deep structures?"
"Neurolinguistic pathways in your brain. Remember the first time you learned binary40 code?"
"Sure."
"You were forming pathways in your brain. Deep structures. Your nerves grow new connections as you use them -- the axons split and push their way between the dividing glial cells -- your bioware selfmodifies -- the software becomes part of the hardware. So now you're vulnerable -- all hackers are vulnerable -- to a nam-shub. We have to look out for each other."
"What's a nam-shub? Why am I vulnerable to it?"
"Just don't stare into any bitmaps. Anyone try to show you a raw bitmap lately? Like, in the Metaverse?"
Interesting. "Not to me personally, but now that you mention it, this Brandy came up to my friend -- "
"A cult41 prostitute of Asherah. Trying to spread the disease. Which is synonymous with evil. Sound melodramatic? Not really. You know, to the Mesopotamians, there was no independent concept of evil. Just disease and ill health. Evil was a synonym42 for disease. So what does that tell you?"
Hiro walks away, the same way he walks away from psychotic street people who follow him down the street.
"It tells you that evil is a virus!" Lagos calls after him. "Don't let the nam-shub into your operating system!"
Juanita's working with this alien?
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