Chapter 16Holopen circles floated across his vision. Ilsa swung from the carpeted ceiling, holopen ropes around her ankles, a puce puree of proto pouring from her pockets. What hit the floor wasn't splashes of proto but gigantic nanochine assemblies, their spider arms snatching the heads off children at the Plavinas Development Crèche. Hordes of children fled the building, nanochine spiders chasing them and growing larger with each child they consumed.
Maris sat straight up in bed, sweating and gasping. He rushed to the window and thrust aside the blinds.
Normal mid-day traffic clotted the avenue three stories below, magnacars and pedestrians moving through their prosaic, diurnal normalcy.
He realized he was n***d, glad he was on the third floor. An arrest for indecency wouldn't look go
