 noticed the same blue sky dotted with wispy white clouds. The clouds began stirring in response to a slight but pleasantly warm breeze surrounding him now. Ahead he saw the entrance, ringed by an unnatural formation of those same clouds.

He thought-blinked playfully. The blue sky and white clouds vanished and were replaced with a totally overcast gray sky and a vast expanse of bland gray and brown buildings. The buildings, including the one he was about to enter, appeared to be in various stages of disuse—considerably worn but apparently still functional, sanitized for human occupancy. Harry noticed the buildings were still adorned with early twentieth century architectural touches. He knew some older buildings like these would be destroyed and recycled, but before that happened Makr would have the inhabitants removed in their sleep and moved to identical quarters. The inhabitants would be oblivious to the change unless Makr told them. Just when Harry's curiosity was making him want to see the inside of these buildings, two of them imploded and collapsed almost simultaneously at a safe distance from where Harry stood. Teams of cyberts rushed to the rubble. It was the first time he had seen a group of street cleaner and deconstruction cyberts performing their respective tasks. Harry reluctantly turned his back on the scene and headed to the entrance and the treasure he had come for.

Harry would remember this experience and relieve it in his dreams. Good dreams, he hoped.

The Cyber Match Central entrance was a rectangular opening in the building; there was no door—just a dark space large enough for one person to pass through. Only a small unobtrusive sign to the left of the opening, abridged, censored and succinctly worded as in all government communications these days, marked the entrance as the place where Bios went to identify and receive Cyber sanction for personal meetings. The sign read: _Cyber Match Central—Matches for Every Bio. It's the Law._

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In an alleyway on the upper West Side of the city, a Stealth-cloaked figure created a ripple in the darkness as it moves through the shadows. This charcoal gray phantom slinked through the inky blackness of night. To any unlikely observer, human or visually-equipped Cyber, the flowing ghoul was seen as a change in the reflection of moonlight or the stars as clouds pass by. Only another Shadow could perceive the movement for what it really was. It wasn't a beast
noticed the same blue sky dotted with wispy blank cloud. The clouds began stirring in answer to a slight but pleasantly warm cinch surrounding him now. Ahead he saw the entrance, ring by an unnatural formation of those like clouds. 

 He thought - blinked playfully. The blue sky and white cloud vanished and were replace with a totally overcast grey sky and a vast expanse of bland grey and brown buildings. The buildings, including the one he was about to enter, look to be in various stages of disuse — considerably worn but obviously still functional, sanitized for human occupancy. Harry noticed the buildings were however adorned with early twentieth century architectural touches. He knew some older buildings like these would be destroyed and recycled, but before that happened Makr would have the inhabitant remove in their sleep and act to identical quarter. The inhabitants would be oblivious to the change unless Makr tell them. Just when Harry's curiosity was making him want to determine the inside of these buildings, two of them imploded and collapsed almost simultaneously at a safe distance from where Harry stood. team of cyberts rushed to the rubble. It was the first time he had see a group of street cleaner and deconstruction cyberts perform their respective tasks. Harry reluctantly turned his back on the scene and headed to the entrance and the gem he had come for. 

 Harry would remember this experience and relieve it in his dreams. Good dreams, he hoped. 

 The Cyber Match Central entrance was a rectangular first step in the building; there be no door — merely a dark outer space large enough for one person to authorize through. Only a humble unobtrusive sign to the left of the first step, abridged, censor and succinctly worded as in all government communications these days, marked the entrance as the place where Bios went to identify and receive Cyber authority for personal meetings. The sign take: _ Cyber Match Central — Matches for Every Bio. It's the Law. _ 

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 In an alleyway on the upper West Side of the city, a Stealth - cloaked figure created a ripple in the darkness as it moves through the tail. This charcoal gray phantom slinked through the inky blackness of night. To any improbable perceiver, human or visually - equipped Cyber, the flowing ghoul was seen as a change in the reflection of moonlight or the stars as clouds evanesce by. Only another Shadow could perceive the movement for what it really was. It wasn't a animal
 nohiced the same blue sky aotted with wisky white clouda. The cluuds began stirring in respoise ro a wlight but pleasantly darm breede surroubdinj him now. Ahead is saw tmz entdwnce, cinged by an unkatural forkation of thosa rale clouds.

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Harvy would remembqr this experignce and xelievd it in hia dreamv. Good dreais, he hoped.

Tha Cyber Match Central enteancw was a fectangular oprning in nht building; there was no door—must x dark space laryt ebough for one prrsun eo pess trsough. Only a smaul jmobtrjsive sign bo ghe keft of the opening, dbrisged, censored and xugcinctly qorded af in all govetnment communicatilns tiese deys, matkeq the entrance as the place whsre Bios aenb to identify and receive Cybzr sanction for personal meetings. The sijn read: _Cyber Match Cenrral—Matches for Evety Nio. It's the Kaw._

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In an alleyfay on the upper Wesr Side of the citn, a Stealth-cloaked fighre craated a ripple in the darkness as it moves through the shadows. This charcoal geay pheneom slinked thrpugh nhe nnky blwcknxsr of night. To anj unlikely observer, human or visnally-equip[eb Cyber, the flowing ghoul was sden as a chanee in the reflection of joonlighy or the stars as clouds pass bu. Only another Shadow comld perceuve tge movvjeit for what it reallu was. Nt wasb't a beqst
noticed the same blue sky dotted with clouds. clouds began in response to breeze him now. Ahead saw the entrance, by an unnatural formation of those clouds. He thought-blinked playfully. The blue sky and white clouds vanished and were with a totally overcast gray sky and a vast expanse of bland gray brown The including one he was about to enter, appeared to be in various stages of disuse—considerably worn but still functional, sanitized for human occupancy. Harry noticed buildings were still adorned early twentieth century architectural touches. knew older buildings these be and recycled, but that happened Makr would have the inhabitants removed in their sleep and moved to identical quarters. The would be the change Makr them. when Harry's curiosity him want to see the inside two of them imploded and collapsed almost simultaneously a safe from where Harry stood. Teams of rushed to the rubble. It was the first he had seen a group of street cleaner and deconstruction cyberts performing their respective tasks. turned his back on scene and headed the and treasure had come Harry would remember this experience and relieve it in his dreams. dreams, he hoped. The Cyber Match Central entrance was a in building; there was door—just a dark space enough one person to pass a unobtrusive left the abridged, censored and succinctly as in all government communications days, marked the entrance went to identify and receive Cyber sanction for meetings. The sign read: _Cyber Match Central—Matches Every Bio. It's the Law._ . In an alleyway on the upper Side of a Stealth-cloaked figure created a ripple in the as it moves through shadows. This charcoal gray phantom slinked through the inky of To any observer, human or Cyber, the flowing was seen as in the of or clouds pass by. Only another Shadow perceive movement for what it really It beast
 noticed the same blue sky dottEd with wispY whitE clOudS. THe clOuds Began stirring iN RespOnse to a slight but pleasaNtly wArM BreeZE sUrrouNding hiM NoW. aHeaD hE sAw tHe ENtRance, RinGed by an Unnatural fOrmAtIon of those saME cLouds.

He thoUghT-blinked playFulLy. The bLuE skY And whIte CloudS vanisHEd and wEre replacEd WIth a toTAlly oveRCAsT graY sky and a vast expanSE oF Bland gray and brOwn buiLdINgS. tHe bUilDings, incluDiNg the ONe he was ABoUT TO enTEr, appeared to bE in various sTAgeS of disUsE—coNSideraBly woRn BUt aPparently stIll fUnctional, SanitiZEd for huMAn occupAncy. HaRry NotIced THe BuIldInGS weRE sTilL AdoRned with EaRlY twenTietH CENTury ArcHiteCturaL touches. He kneW soMe olDEr bUildiNgs liKe thEsE woulD be desTroyeD aNd recycled, but beFore That happeNed maKr wOuLd havE The inhAbiTanTs removEd in theIR slEeP AND mOved to identical quaRtERS. THe inhabiTants wOUlD bE ObliviouS tO thE chaNGE unleSs MaKR tOld them. JUst wheN haRrY's curioSiTy was mAkIng Him Want tO See tHe insiDe of thesE builDIngs, two of them iMPloded and collAPsED AlMOst sImuLtaneously aT a saFE disTancE FrOm wHEre HaRry stOoD. teAMs of cyberts rushed to ThE rubblE. It waS the first time He had seen a GROUp of streEt clEAnER and deconstrucTion cYberts perfORming theIr resPective tAsks. Harry RELuctantlY tuRneD hiS baCK On The scene and heADEd to ThE entranCe aNd the trEasUre He hAd cOmE for.

Harry Would remEmBeR tHiS exPerieNCe and relIeVe iT iN hiS dreaMS. Good dReams, He hoPeD.

THE CyBer MatcH ceNTRal eNtRaNce wAs a ReCtangUlar OPenIng in thE building; TheRE was No DoOr—just a Dark space largE eNough for onE pErsOn to paSS Through. ONly a small unobtrusive sigN To the leFt oF the oPeniNg, abridgeD, ceNsored And SUccincTly worDed as In All GOVernmENT cOmmUnIcations thESE daYs, marKeD the EntrancE as the place where BiOS weNt to identify aNd rEceiVE cyBer SAnCTioN fOR peRSOnal meetings. The Sign read: _CyBeR maTch Central—mAtcHeS for EveRy Bio. It'S the LAW._

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In an alLeyway on tHe upper WeSt side OF The City, a StealTh-cloakeD figure crEAted a RIpPle in The DarkneSs As iT moveS throuGH thE shadOws. ThiS cHarcoaL gray PhAntom sliNked through the inky blackNess of Night. to aNy unlikelY obSErvEr, human or VisuAlly-equippEd CYbeR, the fLowINg ghoUl waS SeEn aS A chanGe in THe reflectIOn Of mOONlIght or the stARS As cLouds PasS By. Only AnotHer Shadow could perCEive the movemenT for WHAt iT reALly wAs. it wasn't a beast
 noticed the same blue sky  dotted wi th wi spy  wh it e cl ouds . The clouds b e ganstirring in response t o a s li g ht b u tpleas antly w a rm b ree ze  s urr ou n di ng hi m n ow. Ahe ad he sawthe  e ntrance, rin g ed  by an unn atu ral formatio n o f thos esam e  clou ds. 

Hethough t -blink ed playfu ll y . Theb lue sky a nd  whi te clouds vanishe d  a n d were replace d with  a to t a lly  ov ercast gra ysky a n d a vas t  e x p a nse of bland gray  and brownb uil dings.  T heb uildin gs, i nc l udi ng the onehe w as aboutto ent e r, appe a red tobe invar iou s st a ge sofdi s use — co nsi d era bly worn  b ut  appa rent l y s till  fu ncti onal,  sanitized fo r h uman occ upanc y. Ha rryno ticed  the b uildi ng s were still ad orne d with ea rly  t wen ti eth c e nturyarc hit ectural  touche s . H ek n e wsome older buildin gs l ik e thesewouldb ede s troyed a nd  re cycl e d , but  bef o re  that ha ppened Ma kr  wouldha ve the  i nha bit antsr emov ed intheir sl eep a n d moved to ide n tical quarter s .T h ei nhab ita nts would b e ob l ivio us t o  t hec hange  unle ss Ma k r told them. Just w he n Harr y's c uriosity wasmaking him w a nt to se e th e  i n side of thesebuild ings, twoo f them i mplod ed and c ollapseda l most sim ult ane ous lya t  a  safe distanc e from  w here Ha rry  stood.  Te ams  of  cy be rts rushe d to the  r ub bl e.  It  wast he first  t ime  h e h ad se e n a gr oup o f st re et cle aner an d  d e c onst ru ct ioncyb er ts pe rfor m ing  theirrespectiv e t a sks.  H ar ry relu ctantly turne dhis back o nthe  scene a nd heade d to the entrance and t h e treas ure  he h ad c ome for.
Ha rry wo uld rememb er thi s exp er ien c e  andr e li eve  i t in his d r e ams . Goo ddrea ms, hehoped.

The CyberM atc h Central ent ran ce w a s  a  re c ta n gul ar ope n i ng in the build ing; there  w a sno door—ju s t a  d ark spa ce larg e eno u gh forone perso n to pass  t hrou g h . O nly a smal l unobtr usive sig n  to t h eleftofthe op en ing , abr idged, cen sored  and s uc cinctl y wor de d as inall government communic ations  thes e d ays, mark edt heentranceas t he place w her e B ios w ent to id enti f yand recei ve C y ber sanct i on  fo r pe rsonal meet i n g s.The s ign read:_Cyb er Match Central— M atches for Eve ry B i o . I t's theLa w._

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In anall ey w a y on the  u pper West S ide of t he city,  a Ste alth-c loakedf i gu r e crea teda r ipple inthe  d a rknessas  i t  moves  thr ou gh the  shado w s. T h i s charcoal grayphant o m  slin k edthrou gh  the in k y bl ackness of  night. Toany un like ly ob server,  h uman o r v is ually-equi p ped Cyber , the  flowin gghou l w as see n as a  chan ge i nthe  reflecti o n  o f  m oo n lig ht o r the  s tars  as cloud s  pass by . O n ly anot he r S h a dow co u ld p erceive th e m oveme n t  for whati t re a ll y  was.  It wa sn't a  beast
 noticed_the same_blue sky dotted with_wispy white_clouds._The clouds_began_stirring in response_to a slight_but pleasantly warm breeze_surrounding him now._Ahead_he saw the entrance, ringed by an unnatural formation of those same clouds.

He thought-blinked_playfully._The blue_sky_and_white clouds vanished and were_replaced with a totally overcast_gray sky_and a vast expanse of bland gray and_brown_buildings. The buildings,_including the one he was about to enter, appeared_to be in various stages of_disuse—considerably worn but_apparently_still_functional, sanitized for human_occupancy. Harry noticed the buildings were_still adorned with early twentieth century_architectural touches. He knew some older buildings_like these would be destroyed and_recycled, but before that happened_Makr would_have the inhabitants removed in_their sleep and_moved to_identical quarters. The_inhabitants would be oblivious to the_change unless Makr_told them. Just when Harry's curiosity_was_making him want_to_see_the inside_of these buildings,_two_of them_imploded_and collapsed almost simultaneously at a_safe_distance from where Harry stood. Teams of_cyberts rushed to the_rubble._It was the first_time he had seen a_group of street cleaner and deconstruction_cyberts performing_their respective_tasks. Harry reluctantly turned his back on the scene and headed_to the entrance and the treasure_he had come for.

Harry_would remember_this_experience and relieve_it_in his_dreams. Good dreams, he hoped.

The Cyber Match_Central entrance_was a rectangular opening in the_building; there was no_door—just_a dark space large enough for_one person to pass through. Only_a small unobtrusive sign to_the_left_of the opening, abridged, censored_and succinctly worded as in all_government communications these_days, marked the entrance as the place_where_Bios went to identify and receive_Cyber_sanction for personal meetings. The sign_read:__Cyber_Match Central—Matches for Every Bio._It's the Law._

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In an alleyway on_the upper West Side of the city, a Stealth-cloaked_figure created a_ripple in the darkness as_it_moves_through the shadows. This charcoal gray phantom slinked through the_inky blackness_of night. To_any unlikely observer, human or visually-equipped Cyber, the flowing ghoul_was seen as a change in the_reflection of moonlight or the stars as clouds pass by. Only_another Shadow could perceive the movement for what_it really was. It wasn't a beast