The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallow subcategory. He's got esprit up to here. Right now, he is preparing to carry out his third mission of the night. His uniform is black as activated charcoal, filtering the very light out of the air. A bullet will bounce off its arachnofiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door, but excess perspiration wafts through it like a breeze through a freshly napalmed forest. Where his body has bony extremities, the suit has sintered armorgel: feels like gritty jello, protects like a stack of telephone books.
Neal StephensonWhich path do you intend to take, Nell?' said the Constable, sounding very interested. 'Conformity or rebellion?' Neither one. Both ways are simple-minded - they are only for people who cannot cope with contradiction and ambiguity.
Neal StephensonThe science fiction approach doesn't mean it's always about the future; it's an awareness that this is different.
Neal StephensonThe GPS unit became almost equally obstreperous, though, over Richardโs unauthorized route change, until they finally passed over some invisible cybernetic watershed between two possible ways of getting to their destination, and it changed its fickle little mind and began calmly telling him which way to proceed as if this had been its idea all along.
Neal StephensonWhat are letters?โ โKinda like mediaglyphics except theyโre all black, and theyโre tiny, they donโt move, theyโre old and boring and really hard to read. But you can use โem to make short words for long words.
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