; it was just a man hiding his repugnant actions from, not only patrolling cyberts, but his own kind.

Not trusting his own Stealth technology, the furtive figure looked around and peered deep into the shadows to make sure he was alone. Finally, as he faced the reinforced iron door, he relaxed for a moment before slapping a baseball-size gray malleable substance on the door where a lock would have been found in the past and presses an object the size of a small coin into it. Several decades ago the door he was trying to enter would have easily opened to the alley. Now it stood rusted to the door jam. Simple science had made entrance through the door impregnable except by force. The building's eroded and broken stone facade told him it was a rather ancient building—maybe two hundred years old—and ignored by Cyber because it was obsolete and inefficient, and by Bios because it offered little or no Shadow protection from cyberts on the prowl. No need to preserve—no need to destroy.

But, what did he know or care about such things? The building contained what he wanted; that's what was important here. Rumors in the Nest had it that amid all of Jackson's cybert weapons and spare parts temporarily stored here were century old, obsolete sex cyberts and other cyber-toys. The earliest versions of SensaVision had made Bio sex toys and other level-one interactive devices like these obsolete. Fine for those connected to Makr; however, Outside, Harlan Leach felt he had no choice but to find pleasure this way. It has been a perversion for many a lonely ancient human. He only hoped his prizes still functioned.

Only one way to find out, he thought, as he moved quickly down the alley about 50 yards and around the corner. That should be far enough. Pulling open his cloak for a fraction of a second, he took a tiny square box no bigger than the palm of his gloved hand from a pocket inside his cloak. He braced himself against the wall so the blast would channel down the alley and miss him. Then, finding his earplugs in another pocket, stuffed them in his ears underneath his cloak. This would be big, he predicted optimistically. Big enough to do the trick he hoped. Although ancient as the explosive was—as old as this building, more or less—it should be adequate to open the door.

Just as he
; it was just a man hiding his repugnant military action from, not merely patrolling cyberts, but his own kind. 

 Not trusting his own Stealth technology, the furtive digit looked around and peered deeply into the shadows to make sure he was alone. ultimately, as he faced the reinforced iron doorway, he relaxed for a moment before slapping a baseball - size gray ductile substance on the door where a lock would have been found in the past and presses an object the size of a minor coin into it. Several decades ago the door he was sample to enter would have easily opened to the alley. nowadays it stood rusted to the door jam. Simple skill had made entrance through the door impregnable except by force. The building's eroded and break stone facade told him it was a rather ancient building — maybe two hundred years old — and ignored by Cyber because it was obsolete and inefficient, and by Bios because it offer little or no Shadow protection from cyberts on the prowl. No indigence to save — no need to destroy. 

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But, wHaT did he KnOw oR caRe aboUT sucH thingS? The builDing cONtained what he wANted; that's what WAs IMPoRTant HerE. Rumors in thE NesT Had iT thaT AmId aLL of JaCkson'S cYBeRT weapons and spare parTs TemporArily Stored here werE century olD, OBSolete seX cybERtS And other cyber-tOys. ThE earliest vERsions of sensavision haD made Bio sEX Toys and oTheR leVel-One INTeRactive deviceS LIke tHeSe obsolEte. fine for ThoSe cOnnEctEd To Makr; howEver, OutsIdE, HArLaN LeAch feLT he had no ChOicE bUt tO find PLeasurE this Way. IT hAs BEen A perverSIoN FOr maNy A lOnelY anCiEnt huMan. HE OnlY hoped hIs prizes sTilL FuncTiOnEd.

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; it was just a man hiding  his repug nantact ion sfrom , no t only patroll i ng c yberts, but his own ki nd.
No t  tru s ti ng hi s own S t ea l t h t ec hn olo gy ,  t he fu rti ve figu re lookedaro un d and peered de ep into th e s hadows to ma kesure h ewas alone . F inall y, ash e face d the rei nf o rced i r on door , he  rel axed for a moment be f ore slapping a  baseb al l -s i z e g ray  malleable  s ubsta n ce on t h ed o o r w h ere a lock wo uld have be e n f ound i nthe past a nd pr es s esan object t he s ize of asmallc oin int o  it. Se veraldec ade s ag o  t he  do or hew as  tr y ing  to ente rwo uld h avee a s i ly o pen ed t o the  alley. Now i t s tood rus ted t o the  doo rjam.Simple  scie nc e had made entr ance  throughthe  d oor  i mpreg n able e xce ptby forc e. Theb uil di n g ' seroded and brokenst o n efacade t old hi m  i tw as a rat he r a ncie n t  buil ding — ma ybe twohundre d  y ea rs old— an d igno re d b y C yberb ecau se itwas obso letea nd inefficient ,  and by Biosb ec a u se it o ffe red littleor n o  Sha dowp ro tec t ion f rom c yb e rt s  on the prowl. No n ee d to p reser ve—no need to  destroy.B u t, whatdidh ek now or care ab out s uch things ?  The bui lding  contain ed what h e wanted;tha t's  wh atw a simportant her e .  Rum or s in th e N est had  it  th atami dall of Ja ckson'scy be rt  w eap ons a n d sparepa rts  t emp orari l y stor ed he re w er ec ent ury old ,  o b s olet ese x cy ber ts  andothe r  cy ber-toy s. The ea rli e st v er si ons ofSensaVision h ad  made Biose x t oys an d other le vel-one interactive dev i ces lik e t heseobso lete. Fin e f or tho sec onnect ed toMakr;  h owe v e r, Ou t s id e,Ha rlan Leach f elt  he h ad  nochoicebut to find pleasu r e t his way. It h asbeen a  p erv e rs i onfo r  ma n y  a lonely ancie nt human.He on ly hoped h i s p ri zes sti ll func tione d .

Only  one wayto find o ut , he t hou ght, as he  moved q uickly do w n the al ley a bou t 50 y ar dsand a roundt hecorne r. Tha tshould  be f ar  enough.  Pulling open his cloak  for a  frac tio n of a se con d , h e took atiny  square bo x n o b igger  th a n the  pal m  o f h i s glo vedh and froma  p ock e t  i nside his c l o a k.He br ace d  himse lf a gainst the wall s o  the blast wou ld c h a nne l d o wn t he  alley and mis s h im . Then, fi nd ing his ear plugs in  a n other  pocke t, stu ffed th e m  i n  his e arsund erneath h iscl o ak. Thi swo u ld bebig,  h e pred ictedo ptim i s tically. Big eno ugh t o do th e  tr ick h ehoped.A ltho ugh ancien t as the ex plosiv e wa s—asold asth is bui ldi ng , more orl ess—it sh ouldbe adeq ua te t o o pen th e do o r .

Ju st a she
; it_was just_a man hiding his_repugnant actions_from,_not only_patrolling_cyberts, but his_own kind.

Not trusting_his own Stealth technology,_the furtive figure_looked_around and peered deep into the shadows to make sure he was alone. Finally,_as_he faced_the_reinforced_iron door, he relaxed for_a moment before slapping a_baseball-size gray_malleable substance on the door where a lock_would_have been found_in the past and presses an object the size_of a small coin into it._Several decades ago_the_door_he was trying to_enter would have easily opened to_the alley. Now it stood rusted_to the door jam. Simple science had_made entrance through the door impregnable_except by force. The building's_eroded and_broken stone facade told him_it was a_rather ancient_building—maybe two hundred_years old—and ignored by Cyber because_it was obsolete_and inefficient, and by Bios because_it_offered little or_no_Shadow_protection from_cyberts on the_prowl._No need_to_preserve—no need to destroy.

But, what did_he_know or care about such things? The_building contained what he_wanted;_that's what was important_here. Rumors in the Nest_had it that amid all of_Jackson's cybert_weapons and_spare parts temporarily stored here were century old, obsolete sex cyberts_and other cyber-toys. The earliest versions_of SensaVision had made_Bio sex_toys_and other level-one_interactive_devices like_these obsolete. Fine for those connected to_Makr; however,_Outside, Harlan Leach felt he had_no choice but to_find_pleasure this way. It has been_a perversion for many a lonely_ancient human. He only hoped_his_prizes_still functioned.

Only one way to_find out, he thought, as he_moved quickly down_the alley about 50 yards and around_the_corner. That should be far enough._Pulling_open his cloak for a fraction_of_a_second, he took a tiny_square box no bigger than the_palm of his gloved hand from a pocket inside_his cloak. He_braced himself against the wall_so_the_blast would channel down the alley and miss him. Then,_finding his_earplugs in another_pocket, stuffed them in his ears underneath his cloak. This_would be big, he predicted optimistically. Big_enough to do the trick he hoped. Although ancient as the_explosive was—as old as this building, more or_less—it should be adequate to open the_door.

Just as he