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His body is young and still relatively featureless, hair still growing out, and he's abandoned his old no-implants fetish at last to adopt an array of interfaces that let him internalize all the exocortex processes that formerly he ran on an array of dumb Turing machines outside his body.

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_ He feels a huge surge of memories paging through his exocortex.

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Huge dark structured information queries batter at her exocortex, triggering warnings.

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There's a screech, a nerve-wracking caterwauling, and Manni yells, bright parallel blood-tracks on his arm -- the avatar is a real fleshbody in its own right, with an autonomic control system that isn't going to give up without a fight, whatever its vastly larger exocortex thinks -- but Manni's scythe slashes, and there's a horrible bubbling noise and a spray of blood as the pussy-cat thing goes flying.

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Manfred used to be a flock of pigeons -- literally, his exocortex dispersed among a passel of bird-brains, pecking at brightly colored facts, shitting semi-digested conclusions.

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