Chapter nine“Wally, what do you have for me on Gracie? And I need two copies of Drop Kick.” Xyl glanced around the perpetual bright, airy, chatter-filled netspace of the Atlantica Public Library’s Technology section as she materialized at the link portal. She moved quickly out of the way of other Personas materializing behind her and down the corridor to the main netspace, then went two corridors over and into the Fiction netspace.
“Done, now in grayspace. Well, boss, I didn’t find much except more questions.”
Xyl threw herself down on an empty cube of clear translucent gelfoam, one of many along the walls of the Fiction section’s netspace. “What do you mean?”
“Her Persona’s a fake, boss. I think it’s been constructed, not something she did herself. Like it’s Plug and Pray.”
Xyl raked
