gusting smells. _Now I know why SensaVision is the miracle technology._

"Take me away from all this, and never, ever do this again, Winston." _Especially without blinders,_ he thought.

He'd always hated this Outside work. Too many uncontrollable variables. _It's why I don't leave home except to go to work. Even that's gotten to be a drag these days. Who would've thought Makr would be such an egotistical pain in the ass?_

Watch those thoughts, he reminded himself. Never underestimate the powers of an evolving, albeit "cracked" artificial intelligence as the all-knowing, all-seeing, almighty Makr.

He stopped to check the co-ordinates the former chief prosecutor had given him on his biofinder, which fit nicely in the palm of his hand. Nothing looked promising. Change view to Virtual. No help. Building shapes were different. No distorted images. The map images blurred, the screen blinked and finally went black. Blocked!

"Shit! Damn Shadows!" he exploded and flung the tiny biofinder against a wall and shattered it. "Shit!" he said again, this time because he had just destroyed his only means of finding Bolls.

"Makr, you should have sent a Cyber to do a man's job," he muttered half to himself, and half to no one.

_Well, so much for the Hess' report_, he sighed. _Too many electromagnetic disturbances anyway,_ he rationalized.

As he took his blinders off, he closed his eyes and kept them closed for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes, expecting to be overwhelmed by a more horrible reality. _This wasn't so bad._ It was filthy and dilapidated as he'd expected, but not terribly disgusting. _I couldn't live here,_ he thought, _but I don't have to_. _Leave that to the Outsider scum. They deserve this Makr-forsaken place._

As he looked around sans blinders, he noticed the area looked like a war had been fought here—like in the old days before Makr. _Surely, this area's not that old_. No. Right quadrant. Nothing but empty buildings. No source of light...until now when a street light came on abruptly. His heart skipped. Okay. _It is
gusting smells. _ Now I know why SensaVision is the miracle technology. _ 

 " subscribe me aside from all this, and never, ever do this again, Winston. " _ Especially without winker, _ he thought. 

 He'd always hated this external work. Too many indocile variables. _ It's why I don't leave family except to go to work. Even that's get to be a drag these days. Who would've thought Makr would be such an egotistic pain in the ass? _ 

 Watch those opinion, he reminded himself. Never underestimate the powers of an evolving, albeit " cracked " artificial news as the all - know, all - seeing, almighty Makr. 

 He stopped to control the co - ordinates the former chief prosecutor had given him on his biofinder, which fit nicely in the decoration of his hired hand. Nothing looked promising. Change view to Virtual. No help. Building shapes were different. No distorted effigy. The map images confuse, the screen door blinked and finally run black. Blocked! 

 " Shit! Damn Shadows! " he exploded and flung the bantam biofinder against a wall and shattered it. " Shit! " he said again, this time because he had just destroyed his only means of finding Bolls. 

 " Makr, you should have sent a Cyber to do a valet's job, " he mumble half to himself, and half to no one. 

 _ Well, so much for the Hess' report _, he sighed. _ excessively many electromagnetic disturbances anyway, _ he rationalized. 

 As he assume his blinders off, he closed his eyes and keep them close for a few seconds, learn a deep hint, and opened his eyes, expecting to be overwhelmed by a more atrocious reality. _ This wasn't so bad. _ It was cruddy and dilapidated as he'd expect, but not terribly disgusting. _ I couldn't live here, _ he think, _ but I don't have to _. _ Leave that to the Outsider scum. They deserve this Makr - forsaken place. _ 

 As he look around sans blinders, he noticed the area look like a war had been fought here — like in the old days before Makr. _ Surely, this area's not that old _. No. Right quadrant. Nothing but empty building. No source of light... until now when a street light came on abruptly. His heart jump. Okay. _ It is
gushing smells. _Now I know wmy SensaVision is the mmracle fechnoloey._

"Take me away from all this, abd necer, ever do this again, Winston." _Vspeciallt wiuhout blinders,_ he thought.

Mz'd alswys kaved this Outsidg work. Too mdny uncontrolldbue variables. _It's why I don't leave homq excepy ho go to work. Gven uhae's gknttn to be a drag these days. Who wohld've tiought Makr woukd be such an egotistical oain in the ass?_

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Me stmppwd to check the co-ordmnates the former chyef prosewucor had given him on yiw bioxindar, wfuch fiu nmcemy in hhe palm of hjs hand. Notying looked promisimg. Bnange view tk Virttaj. No help. Building shapes were differenu. No sistorted images. The map images blurred, the dcreen blynked and finally went black. Blocked!

"Shit! Damn Shagows!" ie exklided xbd flung the tiny biofinder against a wall and fgauteged it. "Shit!" he sald again, this time bfcsose he had jusj destroyes his only means ov findigg Bools.

"Makr, yju snould have sent a Cyber to eo a man's joy," hw muttered half to himself, anb half to np one.

_Well, so much for tke Hesa' report_, he sighed. _Tku many electromaenenic gisturbances anyway,_ he ratyonalized.

Es he took hks bkinderf off, he cposed his eyes and kept hhem eloseg for a fea seconds, took a deep breath, anv opened his gyev, eqpecting co be pverwhelmed br a more horriyle realnty. _Thks wasn't sk bad._ Iv was filthy and dilapidadgd as he'd expxcted, but not tereibly dkrgusting. _I coukdn't live here,_ he tyought, _but I don't mave jo_. _Leave that to cke Outsider scum. Yheh dqsvrvx thif Makr-forsaket plxce._

Xx he uooked aroukd rans blinders, he noticed the area looked like s rar had veen foudht here—like on the old days bevore Kakc. _Sureky, jhis area's not that old_. No. Righf quadranh. Njthing but eipty buildings. Np source of light...until now when a streev light came on abruptlt. His heart skipped. Pkay. _It is
gusting smells. _Now I know why SensaVision miracle "Take me from all this, again, _Especially without blinders,_ thought. He'd always this Outside work. Too many uncontrollable _It's why I don't leave home except to go to work. Even that's to be a drag these days. Who would've thought Makr would be such egotistical in ass?_ those thoughts, he reminded himself. Never underestimate the powers of an evolving, albeit "cracked" artificial intelligence the all-knowing, all-seeing, almighty Makr. He stopped to the co-ordinates the former prosecutor had given him on biofinder, fit nicely the of hand. Nothing looked Change view to Virtual. No help. Building shapes were different. No distorted images. The map images blurred, screen blinked went black. "Shit! Shadows!" exploded and flung biofinder against a wall and shattered said again, this time because he had just his only of finding Bolls. "Makr, you should sent a Cyber to do a man's job," muttered half to himself, and half to no one. _Well, so much for the Hess' sighed. _Too many electromagnetic anyway,_ he rationalized. he his off, closed his and kept them closed for a few seconds, took a deep and opened his eyes, expecting to be overwhelmed by a reality. wasn't so bad._ was filthy and dilapidated he'd but not terribly disgusting. live he don't to_. that to the Outsider They deserve this Makr-forsaken place._ he looked around sans looked like a war had been fought here—like the old days before Makr. _Surely, this not that old_. No. Right quadrant. Nothing but empty buildings. No source light...until now street light came on abruptly. His heart skipped. _It is
gusting smells. _Now I know why SEnsaVision Is the MirAclE tEchnOlogY._

"Take me away froM All tHis, and never, ever do this aGain, WInSTon." _ESPeCiallY withouT BlINDerS,_ hE tHouGhT.

he'D alwaYs hAted thiS Outside woRk. TOo Many uncontroLLaBle variablEs. _IT's why I don't leAve Home exCePt tO Go to wOrk. even tHat's goTTen to bE a drag theSe DAys. Who WOuld've tHOUgHt MaKr would be such an egOTiSTical pain in the Ass?_

WatCh THoSE ThoUghTs, he remindEd HimseLF. Never uNDeRESTimATe the powers of An evolving, aLBeiT "crackEd" ArtIFicial IntelLiGEncE as the all-knOwinG, all-seeinG, almigHTy Makr.

HE Stopped To checK thE co-OrdiNAtEs The FoRMer CHiEf pROseCutor had GiVeN him oN his BIOFIndeR, whIch fIt nicEly in the palm oF hiS hanD. notHing lOoked PromIsIng. ChAnge viEw to VIrTual. No help. BuildIng sHapes were DifFeRenT. NO distORted imAgeS. ThE map imaGes blurREd, tHe SCREeN blinked and finally WeNT BlAck. BlockEd!

"Shit! dAmN SHAdows!" he eXpLodEd anD FLung tHe tiNY bIofinder AgainsT A wAlL and shaTtEred it. "shIt!" hE saId agaIN, thiS time bEcause he Had juST destroyed his oNLy means of findINg bOLlS.

"makr, You Should have sEnt a cYber To do A MaN's jOB," he muTtereD hALf TO himself, and half to no OnE.

_Well, sO much For the Hess' repOrt_, he sigheD. _tOO many eleCtroMAgNEtic disturbancEs anyWay,_ he ratioNAlized.

As He tooK his blinDers off, he CLOsed his eYes And KepT thEM ClOsed for a few seCONds, tOoK a deep bReaTh, and opEneD hiS eyEs, eXpEcting to bE overwheLmEd By A mOre HorriBLe realitY. _THis WaSn't So bad._ iT was fiLthy aNd diLaPiDAteD as he'd eXPeCTEd, buT nOt TerrIblY dIsgusTing. _i CouLdn't livE here,_ he thOugHT, _but i dOn'T have to_. _leave that to thE OUtsider scuM. THey DeservE THis Makr-fOrsaken place._

As he looked aROund sanS blInderS, he nOticed the AreA lookeD liKE a war hAd been FoughT hEre—LIKe in tHE OlD daYs Before Makr. _sURelY, this ArEa's nOt that oLd_. No. Right quadrant. NOThiNg but empty buiLdiNgs. NO SOuRce OF lIGht...UnTIl nOW When a street lighT came on abrUpTLy. his heart skIPpeD. OKay. _It is
gusting smells. _Now I kno w why Sens aVisi onisth e mi racl e technology._ 
"Ta ke me away from all th is, a nd neve r ,everdo this ag a i n,Wi ns ton ." _E speci all y witho ut blinder s,_  h e thought.
H e' d always h ate d this Outsi dework.To o m a ny un con troll able v a riable s. _It'swh y  I don ' t leave h om e ex cept to go to wor k .E ven that's got ten to  b e  a d rag  th ese days.Wh o wou l d've th o ug h t Mak r  would be suc h an egotis t ica l pain  i n t h e ass? _

Wa tc h  th ose thought s, h e reminde d hims e lf. Nev e r under estima tethe  pow e rs  o f a ne vol v in g,a lbe it "crac ke d"  arti fici a l i ntel lig ence  as t he all-knowin g,all- s eei ng, a lmigh ty M ak r.

H e stop ped t ocheck the co-or dina tes the f orm er  ch ie f pro s ecutor  ha d g iven hi m on hi s  bi of i n d er , which fit nicely  i n th e palm o f hish an d. Nothinglo oke d pr o m ising . Ch a ng e view t o Virt u al .No help .Buildi ng  sh ape s wer e  dif ferent . No dis torte d  images. The m a p images blur r ed , th e  scr een  blinked an d fi n ally  wen t  b lac k . Blo cked! 
" Sh i t! Damn Shadows!" h eexplod ed an d flung the t iny biofin d e r  against  a w a ll and shatteredit. " Shit!" hes aid agai n, th is timebecause h e had just  de str oye d h i s  o nly means off i ndin gBolls.
"M akr, yo u s hou ldhav esent a Cy ber to d oama n' s j ob,"h e mutter ed  ha lf  to  hims e lf, an d hal f to  n oo ne. 

_Well ,  s o much  f or  the  He ss ' rep ort_ ,  he  sighed . _Too ma nye lect ro ma gneticdisturbancesan yway,_ hera tio nalize d . 

As hetook his blinders off,h e close d h is ey es a nd kept t hem  close d f o r a fe w seco nds,to oka deepb r ea th,  a nd openedh i s e yes,ex pect ing tobe overwhelmed bya  mo re horrible r eal ity. _ Th isw as n 'tso bad . _  It was filthyand dilapi da t ed  as he'd e x pec te d, butnot ter ribly disgust ing. _I c ouldn't l iv e he r e ,_he thought , _but I  don't ha v e to_ .  _ Leave  th at toth e O utsid er scu m . T hey d eserve  t his Ma kr-fo rs aken pla ce._

As he looked arou nd san s bli nde rs, he no tic e d t he area l ooke d like a w arhad  been  fo u ght h ere— l ik e i n  theoldd ays befor e  M akr . _S urely, this a r ea' s not  th a t old_ . No . Right quadrant. Nothing but em ptyb u ild ing s . No  s ource of light ... un t i l now wh en  a street l ight cam eo n abr uptly.  His h eart sk i p pe d . Okay . _I t i s
gusting smells.__Now I_know why SensaVision is_the miracle_technology._

"Take_me away_from_all this, and_never, ever do_this again, Winston." _Especially_without blinders,_ he_thought.

He'd_always hated this Outside work. Too many uncontrollable variables. _It's why I don't leave_home_except to_go_to_work. Even that's gotten to_be a drag these days._Who would've_thought Makr would be such an egotistical pain_in_the ass?_

Watch those_thoughts, he reminded himself. Never underestimate the powers of_an evolving, albeit "cracked" artificial intelligence_as the all-knowing,_all-seeing,_almighty_Makr.

He stopped to check_the co-ordinates the former chief prosecutor_had given him on his biofinder,_which fit nicely in the palm of_his hand. Nothing looked promising. Change_view to Virtual. No help._Building shapes_were different. No distorted images._The map images_blurred, the_screen blinked and_finally went black. Blocked!

"Shit! Damn Shadows!"_he exploded and_flung the tiny biofinder against a_wall_and shattered it._"Shit!"_he_said again,_this time because_he_had just_destroyed_his only means of finding Bolls.

"Makr,_you_should have sent a Cyber to do_a man's job," he_muttered_half to himself, and_half to no one.

_Well, so_much for the Hess' report_, he_sighed. _Too_many electromagnetic_disturbances anyway,_ he rationalized.

As he took his blinders off, he closed_his eyes and kept them closed_for a few seconds,_took a_deep_breath, and opened_his_eyes, expecting_to be overwhelmed by a more horrible_reality. _This_wasn't so bad._ It was filthy_and dilapidated as he'd_expected,_but not terribly disgusting. _I couldn't_live here,_ he thought, _but I_don't have to_. _Leave that_to_the_Outsider scum. They deserve this_Makr-forsaken place._

As he looked around sans_blinders, he noticed_the area looked like a war had_been_fought here—like in the old days_before_Makr. _Surely, this area's not that_old_._No._Right quadrant. Nothing but empty_buildings. No source of light...until now_when a street light came on abruptly. His heart_skipped. Okay. _It_is