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this time? Let me
guess... Avalon?'
`It was Alannah Savaj. She's still pissed off because I shopped
her to the Sysop of TreWorld, for lifting my pig-blimp genomes.
Saki Aibu got kicked off there, and she's been annoying me in minor
ways for weeks.'
`Well, this is hardly minor... you could have died in there.'
`So, what do you think we should do about it? I don't really
want to spend the rest of my time on here exchanging "jokes" with
her... she's a raving nut-case.' Genesis stood, and noticed a
book poking out from underneath the bed. He retrieved it, opened
it. The pages were blank.
`I think it's time we talked to the Sysop.'
The Anarch's palace was some twenty megabytes west of
Nimyf-a-tel, on a separate disk drive, so Genesis hailed a taxi
from the roof of the Suteriik Kitchen. It arrived a scant thirty
seconds after he placed the call, a gargoyle the size of a
double-decker bus. They climbed the jagged scales over its ribs,
and up its spine to a point just behind the dense muscles that
supported its wings. Its reptilian head swivelled around on a
long serpentine neck, milky membranes flicking over emerald eyes.
`Good afternoon, my
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