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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.
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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.
—Rene Descartes
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
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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