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purified desal they extracted and pumped north from the shallows of the Golfo.
Antisocs tended to lead largely nocturnal lives. Subgrubs were no exception. Calling in his intentions via
vorec, he headed not for the office but for home. If he was going to chase grubs all night, it would
behoove him to take a nap.
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ZAP-ATA AVENUE NEVER SLEPT. IT WAS WHEREthe resident seeds of this particular pie-slice
of the Strip came to play when they were in the mood to get a little spizzed and spazzed. Cleanies and
antisocs, citizens and ninlocos, admins and techies and eeLancers mixed freely, their social differences
temporarily set aside, bound together by a mutual desire to saturate themselves in a scintillating sea of
tempormorality.
In search of a little illicit entertainment? Try a Texmexsexhex. Stimulating, but safe. UL-approved
(though maybe not by Good Housekeeping). Feel the need for speed? Pilot a Disony mickeyed personal
induction capsule around a 100% safe obstacle course at velocities designed to slap your lip flaps right
back over your cheeks. In the mood to vitalize a little agro? Don a Karash stimsuit and take a run
through any of hundreds of artificial environments, obliterating bad aliens, bad lifeforms, bad carnivores,
and for a quick under-the-table, over-the-card supplemental fee, your spouse (scan-suitable 4X6
required; holos preferred) along the way.
Sample the cuisine of all seven continents, from Triobriand trochus tortellini to St. George krilliabase,
Mamiraua cupurucu ice cream sundaes to a Blue Hyacinth mochanocha shake (twice the plateau
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caffeine, three times the lowlands sugar, and you can't taste the guarana until you start to come down).
Choose your Samerican rodent barbecue: cui to capybara. Food, food, food, some of it crude, some of
it lewd, a little of it even brewed.
Speaking of drink,the irritatingly persistent motile advert whispered knowingly in the Inspector's ear as
he wandered down an open off the main boulevard,half-liter blended brews are only a triplet apiece
during happy horaat Robusto's Cafe, third court on your right, you can't miss it. Flailing one arm, he
waved the hovering electronic hawker away. Had he chosen to do so, he could have grammed his
bracelet to broadcast a frequency that would have warned such nuisances away by identifying him as an
on-duty officer of the NFP. Doing so, however, would allow certain elements of the population to pick
up the specified carrier wave and thereby take note of his presence. Federales like himself who preferred
to operate beneath the cloak of comparative anonymity were thus compelled to suffer the same glut of
omnipresent advertising as any ordinary citizen.
Like any popular nighttime lair, Open No. 64 was saturated with adverts. Music filled the
still-superheated air, not all of it commercial jangles. He found himself humming along with a popular
contemporary enchanto. Emerging from a notably sediddy bistro that boasted proudly of its favorably
reviewed Burmese-Cajun cuisine, a laughing young couple nearly ran into him, drunk on the wine of
young love. He smiled tolerantly and stepped out of their way. Giggling, they tried not to stare too long at
the bright-eyed older man with the imposing whiskers as they continued on past him, staggering up the
street arm in arm. He hoped their happy condition would not leave them with a hangover.
As he had always done, as he did better than nearly anyone else in the department, he melted into the
crowd, one more unremarkable presence among many that cried out for attention. With his bracelet
hidden beneath the cuff of his shirt and in the absence of blue cap or blazer, he was one of the last
nightcrawlers on the street that any of his fellow pedestrians would have identified as a federale much
less a senior Inspector. Blending in had always been one of his abilities. It was not one readily measured
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