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Janine's hands flew across the tactile interface, as familiar with the controls as she was with her own body. She'd spent years on Sydney operating identical equipment. Her corn, coke, and trake were alive with activity, her subdural linked directly with the brain through a bundle of blue tendrils.
“Come on!” Steve said. “They'll have Rockport evacuated within a couple hours.”
The screens in command central were alive with the past, showing the torrid love affair between Delaney and Ericson, his personal laboratory the site of their frequent amorous liaisons.
“Better than studio p**n,” Randall muttered. Then he glanced around uncomfortably.
Brian looked equally embarrassed.
Janine skipped through those scenes at fast forward.
They reviewed the initial planning session from some f
