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This book is an Ace original edition, and has never been previously published. CYBER WAY An Ace Book / published by arrangement with the author HUNTING HISTORY Ace edition / May 1990 All rights reserved. Copyright © 1990 by Alan Dean Foster. Cover art by James Oumey. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part, by mimeograph or any other means, without permission. For information address: The Berkley Publishing Group, 200 Madison Avenue, New York, NY 10016. ISBN: 0-441-13245-6 Ace Books are published by The Berkley Publishing Group, 200 Madison Avenue, New York, New York 10016- The name "ACE" and the "A" logo are trademarks belonging to Charter Communications, Inc. PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA 10 987654321 This book is dedicated to the young Dineh 1 have met, in the hope that they may enjoy seeing a little of their past through the future. This book is dedicated to the Elder Dineh, With respect. Prescott, Arizona May, 1989 If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things. Principles of Philosophy, 1644 CYBER WOT CHRPTER THE POLARIZED BUBBLE glass in the window turned Greater Tampa into a fish bowl. It was a view which never failed to please Kettrick, and why not? He'd worked hard to earn it. By rights he shouldn't be where he was. For years engineers had insisted anything over thirty-five stories high built within a half mile of the beach would eventually begin to sink into the saline muck that was coastal Florida, The bubble glass that lined his office was on the fiftieth floor. So much for engineering. There was sufficient solid ground here, just as there were always solid business opportunities. That had been one of his father's many mottoes. Nobody was better than the old man when it came to digging up business. The actual construction work he left to his son. Whenever Kettrick thought of his father it was always with fondness. The old man had fought bravely against the weak heart which had killed him early, leaving the company to his son. Kettrick had built on that, just as he'd built this impossible structure on this inadequate land. From the fiftieth floor you could see far out into the Gulf. Like a sheet of pressed sky, the lazy blue water stretched westward until it melted into a pale white horizon. Inland 2 fllan Dean Foster lay the industrial corridor that crawled northeast to Orlando, framed and constrained by the greenbelts which offered sanctuary to wildlife, recreation to workers, and salve for the consciences of those who had built the plants. Southward somewhere lay the eternal Glades, still surviving in spite of the pollution. Nature could be a tough old bitch. Kettrick had seen pictures of early Florida. Flat two-dimensional images recorded on paper, old videotapes reconstructed for mollystorage. Cypress and pine, swamp and mud. Funny how the wildlife had adapted. Blue herons, snowy egrets, gators, and manatees thrived in the city parks as lustily |
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