Chapter 7
X wired to the headquarters, and Fahrens told him that the engineers would need at least an hour to decipher the codes from the android sentry. So X decided to walk back to the headquarters. He passed through the long, narrow streets of the financial district into the artisan district. Food trucks sold hot dogs, pretzels, ice cream, fondue, and every other food imaginable, the smells mingling and gathering in the air as X analyzed the aromas, separated each into its separate component, and filed the sensation away in his memory. A little further down, he crossed through a circular town square made of pink and white paved brick where street performers swallowed fire, danced in and out of giant, rolling metal rings, told fortunes by palming digital tarot cards, and played electron
