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file:///F|/rah/New%20Folder/Johnny%20Mnemonic.txt Johnny Mnemonic William Gibson I put the shotgun in an Adidas bag and padded it out with four pairs of tennis socks, not my style at all, but that was what I was aiming for: If they think youre crude, go technical; if they think youre technical, go crude. Im a very technical boy. So I decided to get as crude as possible. These days, thought, you have to be pretty technical before you can even aspire to crudeness. Id had to turn both those twelve-gauge shells from brass stock, on the lathe, and then load then myself; Id had to dig up an old microfiche with instructions for hand- loading cartidges; Id had to build a lever-action press to seat the primers -all very tricky. But I knew theyd work. The meet was set for the Drome at 2300, but I rode the tube three stops past the closest platform and walked back. Immaculate procedure. I checked myself out in the chrome siding of a coffee kiosk, your basic sharp-faced Caucasoid with a ruff of stiff, dark hair. The girls at Under the Knife were big on Sony Mao, and it was getting harder to keep them from adding the chic suggestion of epicanthic folds. It probably wouldnt fool Ralfi Face, but it might get me next to his table. The Drome is a single narrow space with a bar down one side and tables along the other, thick with pimps and handlers and a arcame array of dealers. The Magnetic Dog Sisters were on the door that night, and I didnt relish trying to get out past them if things didnt work out. They were two meters tall and thin as greyhounds. One was black and the other white, but aside from that they were as nearly identical as cosmetic surgery could make them. Theyd been lovers for years and were bad news in the tussle. I was never quite sure which one had originally been male. Ralfi was sitting at his usual table. Owing me a lot of money. I had hundreds