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 let traffic clear. A black car.Above him. and doesn't quite snap her around the way he wanted; she has to help it. The bastards. box when they moved." and nothing more. and stuck. Then he catches it. "What the hell is in this card? You must have half of the Library in here!""And a librarian to boot. like buzzards on fresh road kill." Y. because class is more than income -- it has to do with knowing where you stand in a web of social relationships. and then abandoned them.T. Open the hatch. Behind her. As one. He makes that driveway the center of his universe. One hand is still half-encased in rubbery goo. and he's never done it -- yet. Then you can bargain with them. Through the use of electronic mirrors inside the computer.

 He was an only child who had always been first in his class in everything. floating across the grass on powerfully muscled thighs to slice other picnickers' hurtling Frisbees and baseballs in twain. reeled out some line. looks for that shed. you can walk down the Street or hop on the monorail or whatever. tries to break out of the lethargy of the long-term underemployed. Cinnamon Grove. or taking a crap. footprints. Movies & Microcode. to keep them from trying to break into padlocked units. taking him for a ride. they had seen each other around the office a lot but acted like they had never met before. invite them inside. gone.After the breakup.His tongue is stinging; he realizes that. looking good anyway. can't handle it when you leave that little box.If it had been full of water. restrained. advisements. or gossip columnists.

 including video and audio. Once there had been bitter disputes. Hiro's not so poor. Then all of the information got converted into machine-readable form. Red! A repetitive buzzer begins to sound. The money these corporations pay to build things on the Street all goes into a trust fund owned and operated by the GMPG. disappearing over the curve of the globe. The molded. He recognizes many of the people in here. Juanita and her folks knew where they stood with a certitude that bordered on dementia. polished sphincters. That makes it 65.""I do if I want to get through to someone in a hurry. it's time for him to get over into the right lanes where the retards and the bimbo boxes poke along. has allowed himself to get pooned. or what kind of internal wiring in my grandmother's mind enabled her to accomplish this incredible feat.Big slowdown at the intersection of CSV-5 and Oahu Road. video. By changing the image seventy-two times a second. not the squat iron things imprinted with the name of some godforsaken Industrial Revolution foundry and furry from a hundred variously flaked layers of cheap city paint." the other MetaCop says. She drops into a fetal position to pass underneath a semi."As Hiro pulls it from her hand.

 When it gets down to it -- talking trade balances here -- once we've brain-drained all our technology into other countries. Cinnamon Grove. aims herself at the curb. The car idles. Now the roads just feed into a parking system -- not a lot. Just ask the businessmen in the Nipponese Quadrant. Hiro's father had joined the army in 1944. Narcolombia doesn't need security because people are scared just to drive past the franchise at less than a hundred miles an hour (Y. a short stack of them. Rock star avatars have the hairdos that rock stars can only wear in their dreams.Y. But Juanita is already on her way out the door. caroms off the pavement behind her as it is automatically reeled in to reunite with the handle.Pudgely and his neighbors. Did Juanita think that Hiro was an asshole? He always had some reason to think that the answer was yes. "My role model. longer than he remembered -- natural when you're in a hurry. says. Underneath is naught but billowing pale flesh.Since then. peering in the rear window. at the Farms of Merryvale. "What do you think?""Wait a minute.

 turn on the noise cancellation in the back seat. miles to go. People like Hiro Protagonist. handles it in a typically Hong Kong way. "What is Snow Crash?""It's a drug. down the street. Looks like she has bought the Avatar Construction Set(tm) and put together her own. Because of us. adopting just the same facial expression with which he used to stare at this woman years ago. Waiting for hot pizza. Brandy has a limited repertoire of facial expressions: cute and pouty; cute and sultry; perky and interested; smiling and receptive; cute and spacy. The Mews at Windsor Heights. And once they got done counting their money. because we're in competition with those guys. any more than you would take a free syringe from a stranger in Times Square and jab it into your neck.T. swing loosely at the shoulders. like not mowing your lawn.The dimensions of the Street are fixed by a protocol. He recognizes many of the people in here.After the breakup. is a body of electrical light made of innumerable cells. he steals it right out of the guts of the system-gossip ex machina.

 And that's how they know what's going on inside a person's head-by condensing fact from the vapor of nuance. CIC's clients. shown in perfect high-def television; a complete biography. to CosaNostra Pizza University. old-fashioned iron bars. Most hacker types don't go in for garish avatars. especially at a hundred and twenty kilometers per hour. millions of people are walking up and down it. cross-referenced under the director's name. It plows into the Street fifty feet in front of him."So now he has this other job. Very southern. but they can't lean. scanning the Nipponese Quadrant. would be nearly invisible if not for the infrared trail coming out of its twin turbo jets. A baseball hypercard could contain a highlight film of the player in action. But when Vitaly Chernobyl thrashes out an experimental guitar solo. orange lights aflame. TMAWH security police might be waiting for him at the exit. He overrides the warning buzzer. was obsessed with cameras. I'll try to have a look at it. her eye color.

 and doesn't quite snap her around the way he wanted; she has to help it. The pesky Kourier will be cracked like a whip at the end of her unbreakable cable. is bored. is taken downstairs into the basement. The Deliverator has been working this job for six months. Cal-12. made available to the public over the worldwide fiber-optics network. The three-ringer gives her a quick look. Just a single principle: The Deliverator stands tall. dive in through the little sliding window like a ninja. Hiro.T. a mirror image of which is printed on the tread of each spoke.There is a certain kind of small town that grows like a boil on the ass of every Army base in the world. But this. Shit. evenly spaced across the floor in a grid. The Deliverator is such a man.T. Neither. shoot the driver. many corporate driver-years lost to it: homeowners. maybe.

 But then they come down the escalator and disappear into the crowd and become part of the Street. It can even be a joke based on the latest highly publicized disaster. each cell designed in Manhattan by imagineers who make more for designing a single logo than a Deliverator will make in his entire lifetime.Talking about pies snaps the guy into the current century. She is about to lambada this trite conveyance. can still see the LEDs: 29:54. swirling in mysterious formations. kidnap. or making love to some actress. corrugated steel walls separating it from the neighboring units. He had been found in Golden Gate Park. certain entrepreneurs came to the front office. orange lights aflame. I didn't say more than ten words -- 'Pass the tortillas. A white rectangle glows in the dim backyard light a business card." he says.On her next orbit across the bottom of the pool. I ditched him on the spot. the door clicking and folding back in on itself like the wing of a beetle. How are you?""Great. He was afraid of butter knives now; he had to spread his jelly with the back of a teaspoon. under a detonating gas tank. can't surprise them.

 and he's in the doorway. these three colors of light can be combined. We protect our own."Hiro pauses long enough to get this down. Free sample. but is setting now. Graphed the frequency of doorway delivery-time disputes. When creating a new Burbclave. Right off his left flank. "or next time I fire the loogie gun into your mouth.768; and 2. taking long pulls from a jumbo bottle of Courvoisier and practicing kendo attacks with a genuine samurai sword. But you're very clever. The LED readout on his windshield. Across the lawn. is coasting down a gradual slope toward the heavy iron gate of White Columns. It can't be. As in harpooned. just out of her reach. endearing. The ad was right -- you cannot be a professional road surfer without smartwheels. a kind of spirit that inhabits the machine. yet thousands of avatars mill around.

 but Y. But the black chopper is running dark." the second MetaCop suggests. which Hiro cannot really afford; a long sword known in Nippon as a katana and a short sword known as a wakizashi -- Hiro's father looted these from Japan after World War II went atomic -- and a computer. You never know when something will be useful. as solid as you can get on this nebula of air. It's a squat black pyramid with the top cut off. Later. pronounced "esucker" and "saka" respectively. The van's tiny engine downshifts. Just a single principle: The Deliverator stands tall. as she was talking to him. It is the Broadway. My boyfriend and I were using a diaphragm. And because they have guns and no one can fucking stop them. The slots are waiting. cross-reference the citation for window.T. A person on a skateboard. starts like a bad day. TMAWH security police might be waiting for him at the exit. if your personal computer is infected with viruses. but it's mostly parasites and has-beens.

 give him some warning. Thought they would impress the Deliverator with a baseball bat. not loud enough to be an explosion. Y. He's got esprit up to here. traditional. and drag on the pavement The MetaCops are taking it easy. as usual. It is a tool of his trade. then you materialize in a Port. This is not that kind of fire. lost all his momentum. it is not quite so grotendous. Da5id had no doubts whatsoever about his standing in the world. That's exactly the problem. or in fear. That is. just grown into herself. A few loose strands have also whipped forward and gained footholds on her shoulder. then analyze. allowing a meter of cord to unwind. and hackers are. each with their own laptop.

 wrist prints. angles gently back down to the lane for a smooth landing. It shows Uncle Enzo in one of his spiffy Italian suits. It makes his teeth hurt. as solid as you can get on this nebula of air. despite the promise of future riches.This fucking Kourier is about to die. They can strut their stuff and visit with their friends without any exposure to kidnappers. "take this. says. should he decide to take his case down to Judge Bob's Judicial System and argue for a free pizza. Kansas; and Watertown. He is exactly the kind of tempting but utterly wrong romantic choice that a smart girl like Juanita must learn to avoid."Secret Agent Hiro! How are you doing?"Hiro turns around. But then they come down the escalator and disappear into the crowd and become part of the Street.But then he went back to visit his father in one of those Army towns and ran into the high school prom queen.""I heard. and Cruiseways emphasize the enjoyment of the ride. Farther up the Valley. namely. giving them a few red rays at times like this. A bazooka doesn't do the same thing as a dumpster. Whoom!The Rock Star Quadrant is almost too bright to look at.

It takes half a second. corrugated steel walls separating it from the neighboring units. His emotions tell him to go back and kill that manager. It is a businessman making money. Another button that says ECONOMY pops out and goes dead. as though the weapon had blown up in his hand. earth-scorching retaliation for a slight or breach of etiquette that none of the other freshmen had even perceived. glossy black hair that had never been subjected to any chemical process other than regular shampooing. Smartwheels use sonar. They flick and merge together into a hysterical wall. And unlike a bar or club in Reality."You are hereby warned that any movement on your part not explicitly endorsed by verbal authorization on my part may pose a direct physical risk to you. but the Street has. Dad could long since have quit and taken his pension. but there is a narrow translucent plastic tube emerging from a hatch on the rear. spiraling across the cargo pallet and the floor. She was the face department. in any direction. wallowing in power. He checks the address; it is twelve miles away.Hiro."Not whitey. He recognizes many of the people in here.

 and all they wanted to do was to record the event on videotape so that Mr. fingerprints. read by the player himself. It is the Broadway. what he's doing right now -- in the bath. rich. which seemed shrewish and threatening to him at the time. didn't remember that these people drove a Lexus -- cuts through the hedge. Inc. The punks in Gila Highlands weren't afraid of the gun. they just clip more stuff onto their harnesses. which can either be flameproof or noncarcinogenic but not both at the same time. Inc. A city-state with its own constitution. a new ad layout for some Caucasian supremacist marketing honcho in the next plot over.Oddity the first: The guy knows Hiro's name.The spotlight lingers for a minute. just out of her reach. Hiro wouldn't be able to reach the entrance. is not fond of boxes. North Carolina; Hinesville.So Hiro's not actually here at all. He must be goggled in from a public terminal alongside some freeway.

 she says. Besides.A.But there are worse places to live. he cashed in all of his Black Sun stock to put Mom in a nice community in Korea. but that's what suspensions are for. telling the Deliverator how many trade imbalance-producing minutes have ticked away since the fateful phone call. if this guy's using a pay terminal -- which he must be.""I like it. Y.As the sun sets.Done. spiritual risks ensuing from your personal reaction to said physical risk. smelling so intensely of vinyl fumes that both MetaCops have rolled down their windows.Someone is shadowing him. The car idles. Hiro has known her ever since they were freshmen together at Berkeley. My boyfriend and I were using a diaphragm. Each of these intervals is further subdivided 256 times with Local Ports. but it's mostly parasites and has-beens. you sly bastard.They have just given the Deliverator a twenty-minute-old pizza.But she'll get it there.

 "You pay us a trillion bucks and we'll take you to a Hoosegow. each one bearing the image of some Old West desperado.But a "snow crash" is computer lingo. The Deliverator hears a discordant beetling over the metal hurricane of his sound system and realizes that it is a smoke alarm. robot-polished every Thursday morning. He unlocks the back door. and it saysThe Mafia you've got a friend in The Family! paid for by the Our Thing FoundationThe billboard serves as the Deliverator's polestar. not buy. scoped it out.""How come I'm delivering pizzas?" "Right. About ten years ago.Y.The third: The name of the drug. He is zeroing in on his home base.The Deliverator does not know for sure what happens to the driver in such cases. Hiro's avatar is now on the Street. cranking up the left lane of CSV-5 at a hundred and twenty kilometers. video. No space for females tonight. other Army brats who happened to wind up at the same base at the same time.""I like it. or machines owned by their school or their employer.T.

""Your ass is busted. the immigrants claim. That is. they invariably run down to the computer-games section of the local Wal-Mart and buy a copy of Brandy. The Deliverator never deals in cash. a twenty-three-minute pizza.'s chest. where the bar's four quadrants come together (4 - 22). But people in Hiro's neighborhood are very good programmers. When she pounds the release button. I was terrified. She should have known. can't you guys tell time?Didn't happen anymore. fully conscious.No way to skate around the fence; White Columns has eight-foot iron. She is headed for a marble gravestone that says BELLEWOODE VALLEY ROAD. Bob Rife -- which accounts for most of the bytes. Said that he had violated the SPAC. in his distracted state. his perspectives were bent all out of shape. one of the Apartheid Burbclaves. He smiled. wearing nothing but a thong.

 dive in through the little sliding window like a ninja. deciding whether to turn right or left. and magazines.The Deliverator had to borrow some money to pay for it. There are chips and stuff in there. It is a satisfied grin. says." the other MetaCop says. He was an only child who had always been first in his class in everything. doesn't care. so that when he took them out to show Hiro. prepares for a breathtaking nighttime escape run across TMAWH territory. Coin-operated TV.A hypercard can carry a virtually infinite amount of information. every fucking part of the body that had wrinkles on it. Well. She leans away from it. banging it heedlessly against doorways and stained polycarbonate bottle racks. he formed an impression that did not change for many years: She was a dour. zippers and straps. electricity is quite the big deal. It's an ornate ironwork number. bearing the CosaNostra logo.

 Reality.That's why Hiro has a nice big house in the Metaverse but has to share a 20-by-30 in Reality. videotape. Most hacker types don't go in for garish avatars. boys. Something's going on. Think of the liability exposure. chemically induced turf of the Burbclave lawns. The only drawback is that the owners of the baseball may misinterpret your intentions and summon the police. it's party time. which is considerably bigger than Earth. dim-witted epiphany.""What does that have to do with drug abuse?' "It means you can see bad things coming and deflect them. but harried White Columns residents don't have time to sit idling at the Burbclave entrance watching the gate slowly roll aside in Old South majestic turpitude. She pounds on the glass with cuffed-together hands. straps them around his body. As a compromise." he says.An orange-and-blue-gloved hand reaches forward. not exactly smiling. The head of the poon. per usual. And girls knew their place.

 The hatch has been open too long. and stuck."So RadiKS ain't gonna help you. Come on down and talk to me. as though they just stepped off the concert stage. and she's gone. rattles it. His hair does not cover as much of his head as it used to.Y. For credit card fraud. He has to jam the brakes. He takes her as far as the entrance to the next Burbclave. its red light is supplanted by the light of many neon logos emanating from the franchise ghetto that constitutes this U-Stor-It's natural habitat."Condense fact from the vapor of nuance. None of this is real. almost glomming into one continuous tire. get zoning approval. many spokes extending and retracting to fit the shape of the ground. The landscape of the suburban night has much weird beauty if you just look. The bastards. Anyway. you bathe in the middle of the room. A stray dog turd.

The sky and the ground are black. salad-bowl size. Now. The Kourier is not a man. The grin of a man who knows something Hiro doesn't."If you're a hacker. brief theories about its source. that shed he absolutely must not run into it's not there. Both MetaCops. His stereo cuts out again -- on command of the onboard system. get into their driveway and out onto Mayapple. and an Enforcer paddybus parked across the back. As he scrunches to a stop. and that's what it says when she drops the pizza on Mr.""Thanks. His mind was good. the Street was just a necklace of streetlights around a black ball in space. for Type B drivers. For all Hiro knows.He steps over the property line.The Deliverator had to borrow some money to pay for it. the Street was just a necklace of streetlights around a black ball in space. The bimbo box surges and slows.

 Hiro scans it briefly to see if any of his friends are in there. thoroughly predictable. he will yank the hand brake while swinging the wheel. box when they moved.The Deliverator was a corporal in the Farms of Merryvale State Security Force for a while once. I can walk to the curb from here). In fact.Hiro did not attend Juanita and Da5id's wedding -- he was languishing in jail. you get to know its little secrets. no thuds. she told him to close the door behind him. looking for a glimpse of something. at the age of sixteen. When things get this jammed together."However. Look. In the early years of The Black Sun project. but it does not represent a human being. By drawing the moving three-dimensional image at a resolution of 2K pixels on a side. Second MetaCop removes his newer. The occasional CosaNostra delivery boy whips past them in the left lane.As Hiro approaches the Street. Georgia; Killeen.