he"d said.
"You mean the nanotech buildings?" Laney had been struggling
to keep his eyes open. The driver wore spotless white gloves.
"Yes. Some people find them disturbing." "I don"t know. I"d have to see one."
"You can see them from your hotel, I think."
And he could. He knew their sheer brutality of scale from constructs, but virtuality had failed to convey the peculiarity of their apparent texture, a streamlined organicism. "They are like Giger"s paintings of New York," Yamazaki had said, but the reference had been lost on Laney.
Now he sat on the edge of his bed, staring blankly out at these
miracles of the new technology, as ba.n.a.l and as sinister as such miracles usually were, and they were only annoying: the world"s largest
inhabited structures. (The Chern.o.byl containment structure was larger, but nothing human would ever live there.)
The umbrella Yamazaki had given him was collapsing into itself, shrinking. Going away.
The phone began to ring. He couldn"t find it.
"Telephone," he said. "Where is it?"
A nub of ruby light, timed to the rings, began to pulse from a flat rectangle of white cedar arranged on a square black tray on a bedside ledge. He picked it up. Thumbed a tiny square of mother-of-pearl.
"Hey," someone said. "That Laney?"
"Who"s calling?"
"Rydell. From the Chateau. Hans let me use the phone." Hans was the night manager. "1 get the time right? You having breakfast?"
Laney rubbed his eyes, looked out again at the new buildings. "Sure."
"I called Yamazaki," Rydell said. "Got your number."
"Thanks," Laney said, yawning, "but I-"
"Yamazaki said you got the gig."
"I think so," Laney said. "Thanks. Guess I owe-"
"Slitscan," Rydell said. "All over the Chateau,"
"No," Laney said, "that"s over."
"You know any Katherine Torrance, Laney? Sherman Oaks address? She"s up in the suite you had, with about two vans worth of sensing gear. Hans figures they"re trying to get a read on what you were doing up there, any dope or anything."
Laney stared out at the towers. Part of a facade seemed to move, but it had to be his eyes.
"But Hans says there"s no way they can sort the residual molecules out in those rooms anyway. Place has too much of a history."
"Kathy Torrance? From Slitscan?"
"Not like they said they were, but they"ve got all these techs, and techs always t"alk too much, and Ghengis down in the garage saw the decals on some of the cases, when they were unloading. There"s about 82 William Gih,ion twenty of "em, if you don"t count the gophers. Got two suites and four singles. Don"t tip."
"But what are they doing?"
"That sensor stuff. Trying to figure out what you got up to in the suite. And one of the bellmen saw them setting up a camera."
The entire facade of one of the new buildings seemed to ripple, to crawl slightly. Laney closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, discovering a faint trace of pain residing there from the break. He opened his eyes. "But I never got up to anything."
"Whatever." Rydell sounded slightly hurt. "I just thought you ought to know, is all."
Something was definitely happening to that facade. "I know. Thanks. Sorry."
"I"ll let you know if I hear anything," Rydell said. "What"s it like over there, anyway?"
Laney was watching a point of reflected light slide across the distant structure, a movement like osmosis or the sequential contraction of some sea creature"s palps. "It"s strange."
"Bet it"s interesting," Rydell said. "Enjoy your breakfast, okay? I"ll keep in touch."
"Thanks," Laney said, and Rydell hung up.
Laney put the phone back on the lacquer tray and stretched out on the bed, fully clothed. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the new buildings. But they were still there, in the darkness and the light behind his lids. And as he watched, they slid apart, deliquesced, and trickled away, down into the mazes of an older city.
He slid down with them.
12.Mitsuko Cliia used a public dataport in the deepest level of the station. The Sandbenders sent the number they"d given her for Mitsuko Mimura, the Tokyo chapter"s "social secretary" (everyone in Tokyo chapter seemed to have a formal t.i.tle). A girl"s sleepy voice in j.a.panese from the Sandbenders" speakers. The translation followed instantly:
"h.e.l.lo? Yes? May I help you?"
"It"s Chia McKenzie, from Seattle."
"You are still in Seattle?"
"I"m here. In Tokyo." She upped the scale on the Sandbenders" map. "In a subway station called Shinjuku."
"Yes. Very good. Are you coming here now?"
"I"d sure like to. I"m really tired."
The voice began to explain the route.
"It"s okay," Chia said, "my computer can do it. Just tell me the station I have to get to." She found it on the map, set a marker. "How
long will it take to get there?"
"Twenty to thirty minutes, depending on how crowded the