'The city of Enki.'
'Exactly. He's got every tablet Enki ever wrote. For a person who's interested in religion and hacking, this is the only place in the world to be. If those tablets were in Arabia, I'd put on a chador and burn my driver's license and go there. But the tablets are here, and so I let them wire me up instead.'
'So all this time, your goal was to study Enki's tablets.'
'To get the me, just like Inanna. What else?'
'And have you been studying them?'
'Oh, yes.'
'And?'
She points to the fallen wireheads. 'And I can do it now. I'm a ba'al shem. I can hack the brainstem.'
'Okay, look. I'm happy for you, Juanita. But at the time being, we have a little problem. We are surrounded by a million people who want to kill us. Can you paralyze all of them?'
'Yes,' she says, 'but then they'd die.'
'You know what we have to do, don't you, Juanita?'
'Release the nam-shub of Enki,' she says. 'Do the Babel thing.'
'Let's go get it,' Hiro says.
'First things first,' Juanita says. 'The control tower.'
'Okay, you get ready to grab the tablet, and I'll take out the control tower.'
'How are you going to do that? By cutting people up with swords?'
'Yeah. That's the only thing they're good for.'
'Let's do it the other way around,' Juanita says. She gets up and walks off across the hangar deck.
The nam-shub of Enki is a tablet wrapped up in a clay envelope covered with the cuneiform equivalent of a warning sticker. The entire assembly has shattered into dozens of pieces. Most of them have stayed wrapped up inside the plastic, but some have gone spinning across the flight deck. Hiro gathers them up from the helipad and returns them to the center.
By the time he's got the plastic wrapper cut away, Juanita is waving to him from the windows on top of the control tower.
He takes all the pieces that look to be part of the envelope and puts them into a separate pile. Then he assembles the remains of the tablet itself into a coherent group. It's not obvious, yet, how to piece them together, and he doesn't have time for jigsaw puzzles. So he goggles into his office, uses the computer to take an electronic snapshot of the fragments, and calls the Librarian.
'Yes, sir?'
'This hypercard contains a picture of a shattered clay tablet. Do you know of some software that would be good at piecing it back together?'
'One moment, sir,' the Librarian says. Then a hypercard appears in his hand. He gives it to Hiro. It contains a picture of an assembled tablet. 'That's how it looks, sir.'
'Can you read Sumerian?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Can you read this tablet out loud?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Get ready to do it. And hold on a second.'
Hiro walks over to the base of the control tower. There's a door there that gives him access to a stairwell. He climbs up to the control room, a strange mixture of Iron Age and high-tech. Juanita's waiting there, surrounded by peacefully slumbering wireheads. She taps a microphone that is projecting from a communications panel at the end of a flexible gooseneck - the same mike that the en was speaking into.
'Live to the Raft,' she says. 'Go for it.'
Hiro puts his computer into speakerphone mode and stands up next to the microphone. 'Librarian, read it back,' he says. And a string of syllables pours out of the speaker.
In the middle of it, Hiro glances up at Juanita. She's standing in the far comer of the room with her fingers stuck in her ears.
Down at the base of the stairs, a wirehead begins to talk. Deep down inside the Enterprise, there's more talking going on. And none of it makes any sense. It's just a lot of babbling.
There's an external catwalk on the control tower. Hiro goes out there and listens to the Raft. From all around them comes a dim roar, not of waves or wind, but of a million unchained human voices speaking in a confusion of tongues.
Juanita comes out to listen, too. Hiro sees a trickle of red under her ear.
'You're bleeding,' he says.
'I know. A little bit of primitive surgery,' she says. Her voice is strained and uncomfortable. 'I've been carrying around a scalpel blade for cases like this.'
'What did you do?'
'Slid it up under the base of the antenna and cut the wire that goes into my skull,' she says.
'When did you do that?'
'While you were down on the flight deck.'
'Why?'
'Why do you think?' she says. 'So I wouldn't be exposed to the nam-shub of Enki. I'm a neurolinguistic hacker now, Hiro. I went through hell to obtain this knowledge. It's a part of me. Don't expect me to submit to a lobotomy.'
'If we get out of this, will you be my girl?'
'Naturally,' she says. 'Now let's get out of it.'
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'I was just doing my job, man,' she says. 'This Enki dude wanted to get a message to Hiro, and I delivered it.'
'Shut up,' Rife says. He doesn't say it like he's pissed. He just wants her to be quiet. Because what she did doesn't make any difference now that all those wireheads have piled on top of Hiro.
Y.T. looks out the window. They are buzzing across the Pacific, keeping pretty low down so that the water skims quickly beneath them. She doesn't know how fast they're going, but it looks to be pretty damn fast. She always thought the ocean was supposed to be blue, but in fact it's the most boring gray color she's ever seen. And there's miles and miles of it.
After a few minutes, another chopper catches up with them and begins flying alongside, pretty close, in formation. It's the RARE chopper, the one full of medics.
Through its cabin window, she can see Raven sitting in one of the seats. At first she thinks he's still unconscious because he's kind of hunched over, not moving.
Then he lifts his head and she sees that he's goggled in to the Metaverse. He reaches up with one hand and pulls the goggles up onto his forehead for a moment, squints out the window, and sees her watching him. Their eyes meet and her heart starts flopping around weakly, like a bunny in a Ziploc bag. He grins and waves.
Y.T. sits back in her seat and pulls the shade down over the window.
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From Hiro's front yard to L. Bob Rife's black cube at Port 127 is halfway around the Metaverse, a distance of 32,768 kilometers. The only hard part, really, is getting out of Downtown. He can ride his bike straight through the avatars as usual, but the Street is also cluttered with vehicles, animercials commercial displays, public plazas, and
