. _Impossible._ He moved circuitously, trying to find comfort in the shadows along the route home. He found none—none for he felt too vulnerable without half his Stealth protection.

Seconds later, the battered Cyber street cleaner disintegrator malfunctioned again, this time firing uncontrollably, leveling the rest of the building it was cleaning and the one next to it, a small apartment building with only 1,508 residents. The street cleaner at last ceased all functions and there wasn't another single street cleaner for miles to clean up the mess.

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It took Leach twice as long to return to the Nest after hiding in the shadows and making doubly sure no Bios spotted him and absolutely no cyberts detected his presence—even small harmless ones like the Cyber street cleaner. Grateful to return to the safe shadows of home, he rushed to his quarters and removes his Stealth garments to find his body covered with red circles. Vacuum kisses. So much for Cybersex.

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Cyber Match Central was merely a holding area with plain desks and chairs large enough to separate and mask Bios in darkness until a match was found. Fitted with special contact lenses, Desiree could see his perfectly ordinary features in the dim light of Cyber Match Central that shielded everyone from truly seeing each other. Ironically, they appeared to each other as mere shadows, ghosts of living beings, without faces, without discernible clothing or body types; they were simply there to indicate availability at that moment.

Every movement would be controlled and observed by Cyber, for the Bios' own protection, of course. Individuals were separated by several feet, although it wasn't really necessary; they could have been matched from the comfort of their home. Some Bios still needed to be in the presence of their own kind. Centers like this prevented "the last-man-on-earth syndrome," and gave the Bios the impression of being around others in a group, while still sanitizing the potentially destructive environment. Of course, Makr never understood, but the solution was simple enough to keep the Bios sane.

Each match seeker heard his or her own "happy" music or noise and could order a drink from a Cyber server. Only previously matched as friends who could meet socially were allowed contact while here; all others had to wait to be matched. Unauthorized contacts violated PerSoc laws and were punished accordingly. Harry had alienated every "friend" he had been matched with. He
. _ Impossible. _ He moved circuitously, trying to find comfort in the apparition along the path home. He found none — none for he felt besides vulnerable without half his Stealth protection. 

 Seconds by and by, the clobber Cyber street cleaner disintegrator malfunctioned again, this time firing uncontrollably, charge the rest of the building it was houseclean and the one next to it, a small apartment building with only 1,508 residents. The street cleaner at last ceased all function and there wasn't another single street cleaner for sea mile to clean up the mess. 

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 It took Leach twice equally long to retort to the Nest after hiding in the shadows and making doubly certain no Bios spotted him and absolutely no cyberts detected his presence — even small harmless ones like the Cyber street cleansing agent. Grateful to fall to the safe shadows of home, he rushed to his quarters and removes his Stealth garments to find his body brood with red circles. Vacuum kiss. therefore much for Cybersex. 

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 Cyber Match Central was merely a holding area with apparent desks and chairs large enough to separate and dissemble Bios in darkness until a match was found. Fitted with special contact lens, Desiree could see his perfectly ordinary features in the dense light of Cyber Match Central that shield everyone from truly seeing each other. Ironically, they appeared to each other as bare shadows, ghosts of living beings, without faces, without discernible clothing or body types; they were simply there to indicate handiness at that moment. 

 Every movement would be controlled and observed by Cyber, for the Bios' own protection, of path. Individuals were separate by several infantry, although it wasn't really necessary; they could have been match from the comfort of their home. Some Bios still needed to be in the bearing of their own kind. Centers like this prevented " the last - homo - on - earth syndrome, " and gave the Bios the impression of being around others in a group, while still sanitizing the potentially destructive environment. Of naturally, Makr never understood, but the solution was simple enough to retain the Bios sane. 

 Each match seeker heard his or her own " happy " music or noise and could order a drink from a Cyber server. entirely previously matched as friends who could meet socially were allowed contact while here; all others had to expect to be matched. Unauthorized contacts rape PerSoc laws and were punished accordingly. Harry had alienated every " friend " he had been matched with. He
. _Imoossible._ He moved circuiuously, trying to yund cokfort jn the sfadows along the route home. Ie fiund bone—none for he felt tuo vulnerwble wityout yalf his Svsalth pvjtecflon.

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Each match seeker heard his or her own "happy" music or noise and could order a drimk frmm c Cyber sertec. Only previously matched as friends who could mxet socialny were allowed contact while nefe; all others had to wait to be matchsd. Unautnorized contacts violated PerSov laws and were punished accordibgly. Garry had elienated every "friemd" he kad bewn matcyed aith. He
. _Impossible._ He moved circuitously, trying to in shadows along route home. He too without half his protection. Seconds later, battered Cyber street cleaner disintegrator malfunctioned this time firing uncontrollably, leveling the rest of the building it was cleaning the one next to it, a small apartment building with only 1,508 residents. street at ceased functions and there wasn't another single street cleaner for miles to clean up the mess. . took Leach twice as long to return to Nest after hiding in shadows and making doubly sure Bios him and no detected presence—even small harmless like the Cyber street cleaner. Grateful to return to the safe shadows of home, he rushed to quarters and Stealth garments find body with red circles. So much for Cybersex. . Cyber merely a holding area with plain desks and large enough separate and mask Bios in darkness a match was found. Fitted with special contact Desiree could see his perfectly ordinary features in the dim light of Cyber Match Central everyone from truly seeing other. Ironically, they to other mere ghosts of beings, without faces, without discernible clothing or body types; they were there to indicate availability at that moment. Every movement would and by Cyber, for Bios' own protection, of Individuals separated by several feet, wasn't necessary; been from comfort of their home. Bios still needed to be the presence of their prevented "the last-man-on-earth syndrome," and gave the Bios impression of being around others in a while still sanitizing the potentially destructive environment. Of course, Makr never understood, the solution enough to keep the Bios sane. Each match heard his or her "happy" music or noise and could order a drink a server. Only matched as friends could meet socially allowed contact while others had wait be violated PerSoc laws and were punished Harry alienated every "friend" he had matched
. _Impossible._ He moved circuitoUsly, trying To finD coMfoRt In thE shaDows along the roUTe hoMe. He found none—none for he Felt tOo VUlneRAbLe witHout halF HiS sTeaLtH pRotEcTIoN.

SecoNds Later, thE battered CYbeR sTreet cleaner DIsIntegrator MalFunctioned agAin, This tiMe FirINg uncOntRollaBly, levELing thE rest of thE bUIlding IT was cleANInG and The one next to it, a smALl APartment buildiNg with OnLY 1,508 rESIdeNts. the street cLeAner aT Last ceaSEd ALL FunCTions and there Wasn't anotheR SinGle strEeT clEAner foR mileS tO CleAn up the mess.

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it toOk Leach twIce as lONg to retURn to the nest afTer HidIng iN ThE sHadOwS And MAkIng DOubLy sure no biOs SpottEd hiM AND AbsoLutEly nO cybeRts detected hiS prEsenCE—evEn smaLl harMlesS oNes liKe the CYber sTrEet cleaner. GrateFul tO return to The SaFe sHaDows oF Home, he RusHed To his quArters aND reMoVES HiS Stealth garments to FiND HiS body covEred wiTH rEd CIrcles. VaCuUm kIsseS. sO much For CYBeRsex.

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CybeR Match cEnTrAl was meReLy a holDiNg aRea With pLAin dEsks anD chairs lArge eNOugh to separate ANd mask Bios in dARkNESs UNtil A maTch was found. fittED witH speCIaL coNTact lEnses, deSIrEE could see his perfectLy OrdinaRy feaTures in the dim Light of CybER mAtch CentRal tHAt SHielded everyonE from Truly seeinG Each otheR. IronIcally, thEy appeareD TO each othEr aS meRe sHadOWS, gHosts of living BEIngs, WiThout faCes, Without DisCerNibLe cLoThing or boDy types; tHeY wErE sImpLy theRE to indicAtE avAiLabIlity AT that mOment.

everY mOvEMenT would bE CoNTRollEd AnD obsErvEd By CybEr, foR The bios' own ProtectioN, of COursE. INdIvidualS were separateD bY several feEt, AltHough iT WAsn't realLy necessary; they could havE Been matCheD from The cOmfort of tHeiR home. SOme bIos stiLl needEd to bE iN thE PResenCE Of TheIr Own kind. CenTERs lIke thIs PrevEnted "thE last-man-on-earth synDRomE," and gave the BiOs tHe imPREsSioN Of BEinG aROunD OThers in a group, whIle still saNiTIzIng the poteNTiaLlY destruCtive enVironMEnt. Of coUrse, Makr nEver underStOod, bUT The Solution waS simple eNough to keEP the BIOs Sane.

EAch Match sEeKer Heard His or hER owN "happY" music Or Noise aNd couLd Order a drInk from a Cyber server. Only PrevioUsly mAtcHed as frieNds WHo cOuld meet sOciaLly were allOweD coNtact WhiLE here; All oTHeRs hAD to waIt to BE matched. UNAuThoRIZeD contacts viOLATed perSoC laWS and weRe puNished accordingly. hArry had alienatEd evERY "frIenD" He haD bEen matched with. he
. _Impossible._ He moved c ircuitousl y, tr yin g t ofind  com fort in the sh a dows  along the route home.  He f ou n d no n e— nonefor hef el t too  v ul ner ab l ewitho uthalf hi s Stealthpro te ction.

Seco n ds  later, th e b attered Cybe r s treetcl ean e r dis int egrat or mal f unctio ned again ,t his ti m e firin g un cont rollably, levelin g  t h e rest of thebuildi ng it w ascle aning andth e one next to it , a  sm a ll apartmentbuilding wi t h o nly 1, 50 8 r e sident s. Th es tre et cleanerat l ast cease d allf unction s  and th ere wa sn' t a noth e rsi ngl es tre e tcle a ner  for mil es  t o cle an u p t h e me ss. 

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It t ook Leach twi ceas l o ngto re turnto t he  Nest  after  hidi ng  in the shadows  and  making d oub ly  su re  no B i os spo tte d h im andabsolut e lyno c y be rts detected his p re s e nc e—even s mall h a rm le s s ones l ik e t he C y b er st reet cl eaner. G ratefu l  t oreturnto  the s af e s had ows o f  hom e, herushed t o his quarters and r e moves his Ste a lt h ga r ment s t o find hisbody cove redw it h r e d cir cles.  V a cu u m kisses. So much f or  Cyber sex.
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Cyber Mat ch Central w a s merely  a h o ld i ng area with p laindesks andc hairs la rge e nough to  separate a nd maskBio s i n d ark n e ss  until a matc h wasfo und. Fi tte d withspe cia l c ont ac t lenses,  Desiree  c ou ld  s eehis p e rfectlyor din ar y f eatur e s in t he di m li gh to f C yber Ma t ch C entr al  t hatshi el ded e very o nefrom tr uly seein g e a ch o th er . Ironi cally, they a pp eared to e ac h o ther a s mere sha dows, ghosts of livingb eings,wit houtface s, withou t d iscern ibl e  cloth ing or  body  t ype s ;  they w er e s im ply theret o  in dicat eavai labilit y at that moment.Eve ry movement w oul d be c on tro l le d  an do bse r v ed by Cyber, fo r the Bios 'o wn  protectio n , o fcourse.  Indivi duals were se parated b y several  f eet, a lth ough it wa sn't rea lly neces s ary;t he y cou ldhave b ee n m atche d from the  comf ort of  t heir h ome.So me Biosstill needed to be in t he pre sence  of  their ow n k i nd.  Centerslike  this prev ent ed"thelas t -man- on-e a rt h s y ndrom e,"a nd gave t h eBio s th e impressio n o f b eingaro u nd oth ersin a group, while still sanitizi ng t h e  po ten t iall ydestructive en vir on m e nt. Of c ou rse, Makr n ever und er s tood,  but t he sol ution w a s  s i mple e noug h t o keep th e B io s  sane.
E ac h  match  see ke r hear d hiso r he r own "happy" musi c orn o ise a n d c ouldor der a d r inkfrom a Cyb er server.Only p revi ously  matche das fri end swho couldm eet socia lly w ere all ow ed c ont act wh ileh e re; a ll o th ers  had to w a i tt obe mat ched . Una ut hori zed conta c ts viola ted PerSocla wsa n d were pu n i shed accor din gly.H a rry had al i enat e de very"frien d" hehad bee n  ma tc hed wit h.H e 
. _Impossible.__He moved_circuitously, trying to find_comfort in_the_shadows along_the_route home. He_found none—none for_he felt too vulnerable_without half his_Stealth_protection.

Seconds later, the battered Cyber street cleaner disintegrator malfunctioned again, this time firing uncontrollably,_leveling_the rest_of_the_building it was cleaning and_the one next to it,_a small_apartment building with only 1,508 residents. The street_cleaner_at last ceased_all functions and there wasn't another single street cleaner_for miles to clean up the_mess.

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It took Leach_twice_as_long to return to_the Nest after hiding in the_shadows and making doubly sure no_Bios spotted him and absolutely no cyberts_detected his presence—even small harmless ones_like the Cyber street cleaner._Grateful to_return to the safe shadows_of home, he_rushed to_his quarters and_removes his Stealth garments to find_his body covered_with red circles. Vacuum kisses. So_much_for Cybersex.

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Cyber Match_Central_was_merely a_holding area with_plain_desks and_chairs_large enough to separate and mask_Bios_in darkness until a match was found._Fitted with special contact_lenses,_Desiree could see his_perfectly ordinary features in the_dim light of Cyber Match Central_that shielded_everyone from_truly seeing each other. Ironically, they appeared to each other as_mere shadows, ghosts of living beings,_without faces, without discernible_clothing or_body_types; they were_simply_there to_indicate availability at that moment.

Every movement would_be controlled_and observed by Cyber, for the_Bios' own protection, of_course._Individuals were separated by several feet,_although it wasn't really necessary; they_could have been matched from_the_comfort_of their home. Some Bios_still needed to be in the_presence of their_own kind. Centers like this prevented "the_last-man-on-earth_syndrome," and gave the Bios the_impression_of being around others in a_group,_while_still sanitizing the potentially destructive_environment. Of course, Makr never understood,_but the solution was simple enough to keep the_Bios sane.

Each match_seeker heard his or her_own_"happy"_music or noise and could order a drink from a_Cyber server._Only previously matched_as friends who could meet socially were allowed contact while_here; all others had to wait to_be matched. Unauthorized contacts violated PerSoc laws and were punished accordingly._Harry had alienated every "friend" he had been_matched with. He