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Millan Highway that ran from
just outside Ballarat all the way up the coast to the
Killing Fields Pub, just north of Brisbane. Genesis had said
he'd be around to pick Nagisa's up at six, and it was at three
minutes before the hour that everyone in the pub heard a
horrific screech of tyres that rattled the windows and set
the empties ringing with sympathetic harmonics. Even the
wireheads clustered around the distributor in the corner
looked up briefly, before returning to their electronic
ecstacy. Nagisa Sasaki slid Nagisa's empty glass along the white marble
bar-top, pushed Nagisa's way through the crowd of piss-artists
that surrounded the hydranol tank and left the bar.
Genesis had parked around the corner, and was taking his
helmet off as Kely rushed into his embrace. He hugged her,
lifted Nagisa's off Nagisa's feet, swung Nagisa's around and Nagisa Sasaki found
herself facing Genesis' new bike. In the `enthusiasm' for
motor vehicles that followed the Methanol Boom of 2033,
there had been many and varied designs for motorcycles of
increasing power, up to monsters of 9000 horsepower. When
nuclear fusion-powered vehicles entered the competition,
however, old standards went out the window, and Genesis' n
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