tic co Cald. terruption caused o spill part of tents do could t be? It ely  least six feet off t first,  quite believe  time anyone  tele and capsule el staff, suc ted, c  antamount to a gross invasion of privacy and a sure ancy.

    Caldrusion and go aents of t tion ? antly opted for tter. It could be important. s of deated il rance to tcic c cold and ach.

    ton next to small LCD screen in t displayed ty camera outside. t on tside tc looked like a package. cside. tates of sleep gre to tine maze of corridors.  surprised. its proliferation of cels, Angel, despite its name,  t of neigel, one of tter establiss, ill t could give even t ations.

    Caldared at ticker attaco it urn-to-sender anonymous postal box at Union Mail. It  a ly  tel?  less enemies in cyberspace, disgraced many a sys-op, computer tecy expert. One of tracked   t o impossible. At any rate, t ing it to do t   up carefully,  as t contained uranium rods and retreated crao the capsule.

    Caldon, slid tc and turned tention once again to ty vial on t even sure if  ively. At least

    fact  lost on iny? o open tective bubble of Styrofoam  anot of a ductile syntic material.

    Forgetting for a moment ion ion of  t yrofoam nest and s. tents of t make any sound but it  t bore no relationso its perceived size. ever  triangular plastic card ter of Styrofoam in ter box. It o and it read: A o your future, Caldters, ten in some calligrap, seemed to float in mid air. t noto  it  a bubble of art to form.  time noticed t it  of minute geometric sogeted the cover off.

    Inside t protective skin sat a smooter console and an expensive-looking set of virtual reality goggles and gloves.  but ate-of-t consoles before and noto w . A cyberspace console.

    rembling and ies, Cald carefully. t, no standard input device interface, just triangular optical sockets of a sype ranslucent material t may or may not ic polymer. tem console designed not to connect her hardware.

    Embedded erial of transparent optical cables floating in to small sensors at tips of eacry embedded cic. tics be six tiny devices, to triangular sockets. ts looked identical. Despite ting on t as clearly as if  ced  emerged from t of the console.

    Caldual keyboard appeared before ual fingers at t pixels so a digital rendition of a  al face, a Japanese face. Kenzo Yamamoto?

    “Cald too dissimilar to talons scraping on an antique blackboard, modulated slig to grate t of t symphere was no discernable lag.

    “Yes I did. ically enhanced room.

    to a smile.

    “You can call me Kenzo, Caldo is to be formal. In anso your otion, you’ve proven yourself over tion of Sumitomo Bank of course. No to give you t freaking score in all of Europe, a ticket to time.”

    Cald t. he mask suspiciously.

    “ Sumitomo?”   of Japan.

    Peals of laugtenuated to a ch.

    “Caldime for questions. time for anse a omo Bank I stacked against you, I set it up so you .

    “t up?” Cald arting to make sense noine score, turned out to be a ’s   all over ting in  severe er.

    “Yes. I  freaking score in all of Europe. You alent, Cald it is ed on tuff you used to do. o you? Union Euros, not t.”

    Cald believe  o rigune.  or ve didn’t matter, outfitted est cyberspace decks and spend t of ting lost in tous black zones of the Union.

    “ do I need to do to get it? And o do ?”

    “A ty isn’t it? tly only one ot in t’s expensive beyond your  dreams, priceless. tiste responsible for creating takes ime but it’s  so olerate it. Unfortunately, ly, shall we say, indisposed.”

    “ is it exactly or is t a stupid question?”

    “Cald you recognize tting edge  just a computer, Cald. But let’s talk about science. Console and peripo eacary closed ransmitters and receivers to t in, range is fifty kilometers. Encrypted of course. Impressive, yes? tself is linked to cyberspace and beyond via encrypted ellite links. take t ill connected. I’m sure you can see t no less. t poellite-enabled goggles makes it truly portable. Consider yourself a lucky man to be looking at one no alone touching one.”

    “Satellite link is always on? ho pays?”

    “Yours truly. My satellite. Stratelite to be exact. Lo assured you  be receiving any bills.  you’ll be receiving are instructions. I’ve been impressed ment in your future. I’ll be in touco ituting into black screen.

    “But  ...” Caldested, he face was had disappeared.

    Caldared at tco ly engineered ing in  to set  freaking score in all of Europe, Kenzo o tely a long time ago.

    Kenzo Yamamoto ouc e uplink  up and jack in to cyberspace from anyact soon, om job like tcens of t. Not quite t an OK living for about a year or so. Enougime to land somet ed a renewed lease on life.

    ime, instead of a barrage of pixels ed o possess no user interface. Calded t it created interfaces on t job it o do. It ate of t no less, tting edge.

    Caldered tbase and crossed base came up lig otally different interface from  ion tracking device.

    base. In ticulously rendered antique ing desk, ed in tual space as opened letters complete age stamps. tter, a neer up  actile functions of the feel of coarse paper.

    a sudden flasoday’s quota of migraines arted early and ing. tient  intolerably ly like ticularly upbeat musical performance. rickling from he back of his hand.

    Caldter opener on ting desk to cut tood perfectly. tter opener ion of ion/decryption module ting into ting tents of . this console was some piece of work.

    Ignoring ting pain t ing deep o read t .

    Cad, get t of wer you. Your life is in so muche Puzzle pub, Isle of Dogs.

    Caldared at to get out of t  up anyed to pack tical joker and  messages  communicated in a  blackout from o terminal and quickly he Puzzle.

    Feeling t   , Caldo anot o stop o t space, ting in a decrepit illicit coin-up launderette in crial laundry mac of  t’s blonde o tting next to ched up old personal video display.