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logicShuffle_Moomle.excerpt://"...and today I took a star-cruiser out of the Merchant System and through the Myriad planets that all have toxic atmospheres and terra-forma programs that have so far failed to rectify this problem.  Sipping Thisilian whiskey on the view-deck I watch us trail behind the frozen expanse of the Halley's Comet.  There are some that I have heard say that this comet once lit up the skies of Earth and, perhaps, even existed before man wandered in those mythical lands.

Before I left I made sure to shop at one of the Mega-Mart floating off Solaris Merchanti and pick up upgrade my Conduits software and its interface.  The old software interface was beginning to get corrupted by my regular Runs and the distortions that it induces into your brainwaves.  Already I feel the smoother transition, as I sit here both watching this ancient comet with its tail of fiery ice and spinning past the data-megaway's firewalls designed by the fucked Government to "protect the public from Deep Web viruses etc...".

Bullshit!  They are just trying to Run the Deep Web themselves to find where the fuck the Coresys.exe actually is and they don't want anyone else to bet them to it.  I know, I have encountered and deleted many Government Agents in those lonely swirling data streams.

Soooo...I take another sip of my fine whiskey bought with hacked credits: I find the whiskey helps my brain interface with the circuitry and lends a certain amount of relaxation of thinking that is always important in a world where the speed of thoughts are real and often deadly movements.

Aaaand...where shall I go now? I keep asking myself this question, what's next?

The Inner Systems are crawling with Agents and their star-ways flow into the Merchant System where all the independent wealth is centered and the Moriati operate.  Spinning around these systems are the residential systems (Maykes, Eastern Duke, Malborrough, Saint Star, and so on) till the Resource Rocks begin to appear dotted around and gutted in the name of progress.  Prison planets and independent systems beyond the light years of the Government's military ships still exist (I know, I was born on one of these...sort of...) and then the true boundless light years begin with wrapped space that the Exiles exist in.  They float around these parts in strange bubble-like ships that "breath" and mate with each other and they float in their static dances while connected to the same Web that we all surf.

Ever met a Runner with hidden name titles and a patched appearance?...there is a good chance that this was one of the Exiles venturing outside of their own secured WAN.

So....where toooooo now?"

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