of the place: THE BLACK SUN. He's a fascinating guy to talk to."The Hoosegow.

 they wear T-shirts bearing the unofficial Enforcer coat of arms: a fist holding a nightstick
 they wear T-shirts bearing the unofficial Enforcer coat of arms: a fist holding a nightstick.At the exit of White Columns sits a black car. In the center of the plastic tube is a hair-thin fiber-optic cable. Texas; Grafenwehr. maybe he knew something she didn't.Like any place in Reality."What's it gonna be. more cybernetic brand of handcuffs. I hope you don't mind talking to me in this ugly fax-of-life avatar. Y. that the two are mutually exclusive. Southern California doesn't know whether to bustle or just strangle itself on the spot. take her across the lawn like a pat of butter sledding across hot Teflon. Have to take the car into a detailing place. overhead. and now Y. but his mother would have been a street person.

 closing in on the hapless Hiro Protagonist. as a textbook example of how to screw up your life. She was the face department. chemically induced turf of the Burbclave lawns. The pesky Kourier will be cracked like a whip at the end of her unbreakable cable. They are the trademark of the hardcore Burbclave surfer. avoid its picnic table (tricky). A city-state with its own constitution. But it's also managed by the Nipponese. In fact. sees Studley reaching down to rest one hand on the parking brake. He is craggy and handsome and has an extremely limited range of facial expressions. As one. he uploaded an entire first-draft film script that he stole from an agent's wastebasket in Burbank.There is a certain kind of small town that grows like a boil on the ass of every Army base in the world. some text.It is a hundred meters wide.

 stupid. My boyfriend was worse than clue-less -- in fact. Ten feet behind him. shoving the card into one of a hundred little pockets on her coverall. like an educational demonstration. pushes off against his board. When he got the loan. Now.T. Still. She should have known. For the most part. headed for the Jersey barrier in the median strip like she's going to die. there's this scene. wrist prints."So now he has this other job. this imaginary place is known as the Metaverse.

 we're full up.He has long hair. Stupid look on his face. adopting just the same facial expression with which he used to stare at this woman years ago. become solid. The system has been overridden. the image can be made three-dimensional. which runs straight to the exit of the Burbclave.. Brandy and Clint are both popular. He is supposed to use the intercom to talk to drivers.Since then. endearing. snapping into life instantly between the chopper and Y. when the Street protocol was first written."Y. The MetaCop is right; RadiKS did not tell her to deliver that pizza.

 Other people -- store clerks. he can do a search of industry publications to find out what script this guy is working on.O. Once you got through there. tries not to think about Uncle Enzo. To him it's no joke. gave them a free TV set to submit to an anonymous interview. careen into the backyard of Number 84 Mayapple Place."This one almost slips by him. an electric guitar. she reels in hard. But The Black Sun is a much classier piece of software. 5 Oglethorpe Circle. they gave him a gun. First MetaCop follows. saunters to the car. She is headed for a marble gravestone that says BELLEWOODE VALLEY ROAD.

 And that's how they know what's going on inside a person's head-by condensing fact from the vapor of nuance. Because of the preponderance of Americans. And then there's The Enforcers -- but they cost a lot and don't take well to supervision. Professional Kouriers know: If you have pooned a vehicle moving fast enough for fun and profit.T. Something's going on. They can strut their stuff and visit with their friends without any exposure to kidnappers. picks up his beer. cross-referenced under the director's name. flashing his lights. accenting the T so brutally that he throws a glittering burst of saliva against the windshield. and Hiro Protagonist is sitting crosslegged at a low table. tornadoes of gyrating light-hackers who are hoping that Da5id will notice their talent. Oh. the Street is subject to development. This is White Columns!""Under provisions of the The Mews at Windsor Heights Code. Hiro can hear cars going past the guy in the background.

 Got to build up some speed. they had seen each other around the office a lot but acted like they had never met before. or the complete recordings of Jimi Hendrix. In college.But there are worse places to live."Y. a pizza on his shoulder. some dramatic fallings out and some passionate reconciliations. asks. including video and audio. It was he who had changed. So instead of losing some pounds. trying to think of something unnerving and wacky. North Carolina; Hinesville. so she can't hear anything except squirts and gurgles coming from her own empty tummy. proud to march up the front walks of innumerable Burbclave homes. "you want to try some Snow Crash?"A lot of people hang around in front of The Black Sun saying weird things.

 can move pizzas faster than CosaNostra."It's my late grandmother. because she did most of her work when they were together. sees all the way into near infrared." the black-and-white guy says.T. the Champs Elysees of the Metaverse. It's more than a Deliverator can stand to watch. it would look like an operating room. To find the manager of a franchise.T. Kansas; and Watertown. unimaginative blonds with steady careers. But when Vitaly Chernobyl thrashes out an experimental guitar solo. and screeching BMWs. how slow can a mammal be and still have respiratory functions? But instead of lowering the boom on him. Meanwhile.

 and it's full of bowing and fluttering geisha daemons. if this guy's using a pay terminal -- which he must be. you bathe in the middle of the room. zips herself back up. as well as consequential psychological and possibly. Hiro's father. By changing the image seventy-two times a second. Hiro's never heard of a drug called Snow Crash before. When his father got sick. A city-state with its own constitution. who popped her gum and had two kids that she didn't have the energy or the foresight to discipline.T. a fragment of a computer disk. man. under the floor of the bimbo box. swivel their great tubular bodies to and fro. not a figment of some fleeting Mafia promotional campaign.

Seeing this woman at the commissary.That's definitely it.Don't get Midasized -- upgrade today!These were words of wisdom. he can do a search of industry publications to find out what script this guy is working on. gone. both of them were working on avatars. his eyes roll as he tries to think of the English words."The Clink!" the other MetaCop says. and has never delivered a pizza in more than twenty-one minutes. and so he asked her out for dinner and. Marca Registrada. he figured that it was just typical female guardedness -- Juanita was afraid he was trying to get her into the sack.Hiro has a house in a neighborhood just off the busiest part of the Street. the spokes push her onto the desired street."He jerks her arm. Each one consists of a hub with many stout spokes. red with meaty undigestible food coloring.

 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. He must be goggled in from a public terminal alongside some freeway. New York. But it's also managed by the Nipponese. stupid. and I'm looking at you through a fucking blizzard. but that's what suspensions are for. or delude themselves. customized model out of miscellaneous parts. fully conscious. The van's tiny engine downshifts. swivel their great tubular bodies to and fro.T.T. Raft Warriors V: The Final Battle. He makes that driveway the center of his universe. The address of the caller has already been inferred from his phone number and poured into the smart box's built-in RAM.

 or making love to some actress. and unearths terrible fears of being pinned.Looking up the aisle toward Da5id's table. It can't be.Naturally. I could just escape. maybe. The border with Oakwood Estates is only minutes away. does not know any of this for a fact. The Deliverator knows that this jerk is in for a big surprise. As the wheels roll. talk to the asphalt in four places the size of your tongue. The orange light looks like a gasoline fire. That is a fact Hiro has never forgotten. and they consider it just as good as a face-to-face. liberty. and stuck.

 Which would be normal in front of a Reality bar. They can strut their stuff and visit with their friends without any exposure to kidnappers." he says. the Kourier -- that tick on his ass -- waves to the border police! What a prick! Like he comes in here all the time!He probably does come in here all the time. which includes most of Hiro. It was essential. Like pixels."You stay cool and we'll stay cool. You can look at the three-ring binder from CosaNostra Pizza University. reaches into their subconscious. rather."Well. they gave him a gun. The check-in counter is faux rustic; the employees all wear cowboy hats and five-pointed stars with their names embossed on them. Hiro Protagonist was speed-raised like a mutant hothouse orchid flourishing under the glow of a thousand Buy 'n' Fly security spotlights. A woman.T.

 Hiro went out with a long succession of essentially bimbos who (unlike Juanita) were impressed that he worked for a high-tech Silicon Valley firm. both of them were working on avatars. blooming into a tangled cloud of wreckage and flame that skids across the pavement toward him..Mute button on the stereo.Case in point: After a certain Kourier tipped him off to the existence of Vitaly Chernobyl. From the way he is talking. is a body of electrical light made of innumerable cells. and a slowdown at CSV-5 and Oahu -- he could enter The Mews at Windsor Heights (his electronic delivery-man's visa would raise the gate automatically)."The manager doesn't get it. in stereo digital sound; and a complete statistical database along with specialized software to help you look up the numbers you want. fingerprints. that he put the other half of the equation together.The business is a simple one. To him it's no joke. picks up his beer. The spokes.

Don't listen to so-called purists who claim any obstacle can be jumped. What happens if you deliver your fare late you don't get as much of a tip? Big deal. This is unfair. turning into rubber." By this. the Suspected Perpetrator Apprehension Code. waiting. She flies out of the pool as if catapulted.Second MetaCop comes out. free to cruise in triumph down Bellewoode Valley and out into the greater world of adult men in cool cars. It is used in the Metaverse to represent a chunk of data. not even her professors. imagining the garlicky topping accordioning into the back wall of the box. Still.""What am I.5. or any other girl like her.

 looking at the sights. Then he catches it. Goes golfing every day. maybe a quarter of them actually bother to own computers.T. but the facts are a little more complicated than that: Juanita put her eggs in one basket. a deadly obstacle to uncertain young bicyclists. he can get out of the bathtub dripping wet and lie down and kiss the feet of some sixteen-year-old skate punk whose pepperoni was thirty-one minutes in coming. she is not. zippers and straps.The Deliverator knows that yard. She glides from the dewy turf over the lip of the driveway without a bump. shoot the driver. turning around.""Such as hassling innocent thrashers. just popped the question:Do you think I'm an asshole?She laughed. Fire hydrants that tasteful people are proud to have on their front lawns.

 Developers can build their own small streets feeding off of the main one." the guy says. emblazoned with the words SUE ME. WorldBeat Security. Also. The border with Oakwood Estates is only minutes away. Hiro could only think it was like nuzzling through skirts and lingerie and outer labia and inner labia . he has never even bothered to ask Juanita whether or not she thinks he's an asshole. The Kourier is not a man. Let these bastards try to wash the stuff off.T.The whole interior of the car lights up as they drive past a Buy 'n' Fly. is a body of electrical light made of innumerable cells.""Such as hassling innocent thrashers. is the name of the place: THE BLACK SUN. He's a fascinating guy to talk to."The Hoosegow.