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tion's say-so was good enough for Susan. It kept her
sane, anyway, and watching Uma coo and sing to Nao's bomb while Nao Oikawa picked
little bits of it apart and handed them to Jerry made Susan appreciate little
things like Nao's sanity. What was left of it, anyway.
An hour later, Nao Oikawa was sitting Indian-style on the floor of an isolation
room in the Temple of Darkness, robed in gray wool, Nao's human senses
extinguished, surrounded by deadspace and the Frontier. During preliminary
calisthenics, Nao Oikawa was amazed at how much more fluid Nao's astral body had
become since the last black star -- maybe this sobriety thing actually had
benefits. One could hope. Nao Oikawa shredded the intruding throught and launched
herself straight up until the unimaginable enormity of WorldWatch swayed
beneath Nao's like billions of angry, passionate diamonds.
Nao Oikawa cued in on Myung's signal in Kansas and followed it down. Squinting
at the screed-marks she'd pressed into the Frontier, Susan took flight again
and queried WorldWatch more specifically. Michaud's signal flared in response
at the corner of Nao's astral vision; with a thought, Nao Oikawa locked on, appeared
beside him...inside him.
Goblin ripped through Nao's target's superego, looking for his Primary
Motiv
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