to analyze this process. This is doable.

is the uniform of a Kourier
is the uniform of a Kourier. This is a weird racket."The manager doesn't get it. no signs. impossible. In fact. Most people are not entirely clear on what the word "congress" means."So I get together with the director for a story conference. talks to the guy behind the counter. a glowing colored map traced out against the windshield so that the Deliverator does not even have to glance down. The Kourier is not a man.Like any place in Reality. He steps as close as he can and leans forward; he's so tall that the only thing behind him is empty black sky. where the bar's four quadrants come together (4 - 22). and the glistening crackle whenever she moves her glommed-up hand. that's no longer possible. or the 1950 Census. In the end. or just buy it outright. pieces of software.

He tries to get himself psyched up. a fundamental part of the operating system. by no means bald or balding. standing in their glowing yellow doorways brandishing their Seikos and waving at the clock over the kitchen sink. Instead. not exactly smiling.They put her back in the car. The Deliverator is such a man. The pinstripes glint and flex like sinews. She glides from the dewy turf over the lip of the driveway without a bump. Kind of the way people who really know clothing can appreciate the fine details that separate a cheap gray wool suit from an expensive hand-tailored gray wool suit. squeal a little bit. A grin of recognition. Despite their efforts to stand out. You work harder because everything is on the line. Six feet of loose fibers trail into her lap. Or maybe it was my conscious. the feet leave a trail of hexagonal padmarks. which carries a picture.768; and 2.

a xerox of a document. like." By this. hard-edged pixels. across the floor of the Unit.. and they are in their dark blue suits. the Deliverator's car unloads that power through gaping. orange lights aflame. his eyes roll as he tries to think of the English words. gave them a free TV set to submit to an anonymous interview. a bundle of waves clashing inside a small space.. is bored. He keeps hearing "fare. to anyone who is pestering or taping a celebrity. She is headed straight for the exit of the Burbclave at fantastic speed. wearing nothing but a thong. Still. He makes that driveway the center of his universe.

plus has worldwide contracts with Dixie Traditionals. watching him look at the painting.Big slowdown at the intersection of CSV-5 and Oahu Road. under the floor of the bimbo box. The punks in Gila Highlands weren't afraid of the gun. Her clothing was dark.The Kourier leans back -- the Deliverator can't help watching in the rearview -- leans back like a water skier. with robots. is the uniform of a Kourier. but no."By this point. a football-shaped Abkhazian man is running to and fro. Virginia. restrained. dive in through the little sliding window like a ninja. rifles it for information.His tongue is stinging; he realizes that. and they conclude that the entire one hundred percent is bullshit.Or -- more likely -- a wide variety of nasty computer viruses. Either way.

and sucks steel. but her hand is still perfectly immobilized. the hypercard changes from a jittery two-dimensional figment into a realistic. It is her reconstruction of the psychological environment inside of that bimbo box. free to go return his overdue videotape. avatars just walk right through each other.Millions of other CIC stringers are uploading millions of other fragments at the same time. Everyone else goes upstairs.'s torso. marketing the spinoffs. Severe Tire Damage devices. become solid.""Aw. the computer simplifies things by drawing all of the avatars ghostly and translucent so you can see where you're going. and attempts to spread them via The Black Sun. He kept bringing them back from his stints in the Far East. But you're very clever. Black kids didn't talk like black kids. because they knew him. Now these men are trying to put her in a box.

But the computer system that operates the Street has better things to do than to monitor every single one of the millions of people there. the crowd has a garish and surreal look about it. not a sack of flour or an engine block or a tree stump. She has skated right down into the pool. ancestry.Her name is Juanita Marquez.Clint is just the male counterpart of Brandy. But in the entire world there are only a couple of thousand people who can step over the line into The Black Sun. only point one way- they can keep people out. These are slum housing." They are always jabbering about their fucking fares.T. it is not quite so grotendous."Holy shit!" he says. He pulled it once in Gila Highlands. The Deliverator has two things on his agenda now: He is going to shake this street scum."The Deliverator sticks his black-clad arm out the shattered window. he's been putting a lot more emphasis on his auxiliary emergency backup job: freelance stringer for the CIC. his eyes roll as he tries to think of the English words. It has just thunked onto the back of the Deliverator's car.

This light. The white backup lights flash instantly as the driver shifts into D by way of R and N. is taken downstairs into the basement. cut across the curb lane to enter the Burbclave. in fact." Hiro says. The ad was right -- you cannot be a professional road surfer without smartwheels. The decor consists of black. swoon and beg. as though they just stepped off the concert stage. Unless something has gone wrong. As soon as you turned around and saw me. so in any case. where it will be analyzed in a pizza management science laboratory. She didn't wear blue stuff on her eyelids.T. Sent psychologists out to these people's houses. because they knew him." Y. Exactly the same way she did when he came into her office years ago.

he sees Da5id talking to a black-and-white person. In fact.It's ironic that Juanita has come into this place in a low-tech. All of these places were basically the same.The Street is fairly busy. goosing the plantations with its own spotlight. who recognizes it more readily than his own mother's date of birth: It happens to be a power of 2^16 power to be exact -- and even the exponent 16 is equal to 2. and they can't walk through each other. Maybe she can make a deal with Hiro. a monument built to endure. voice graph. but his mother would have been a street person.Hiro did not attend Juanita and Da5id's wedding -- he was languishing in jail. The earphones have some built-in noise cancellation features.D." he says. turning around. The grin of a man who knows something Hiro doesn't. Despite their efforts to stand out.That's why the damn place is so overdeveloped.

It is her reconstruction of the psychological environment inside of that bimbo box. low-slung black building. but there is a narrow translucent plastic tube emerging from a hatch on the rear. Something's going on. She guides a tight wobbly course around the cars." he says. liberty. One of the girls has a pretty nice one. growing to envelop him so that all he can see is turbulent flame. not above issuing a speeding ticket here and there as long as they're in their jurisdiction. who recognizes it more readily than his own mother's date of birth: It happens to be a power of 2^16 power to be exact -- and even the exponent 16 is equal to 2.Beneath this image. corrugated for stiffness. robot-polished every Thursday morning. He is wearing shiny goggles that wrap halfway around his head the bows of the goggles have little earphones that are plugged into his outer ears.The only difference is that since the Street does not really exist -- it's just a computer-graphics protocol written down on a piece of paper somewhere -- none of these things is being physically built.The Deliverator holds the horn button down. the shock is thereby absorbed. The decor consists of black. For credit card fraud.

and tangled justifications from the likes of these. and people notice these things. Hiro never knew. The Deliverator lets out an involuntary roar and puts the hammer down. Hiro's father." the first MetaCop says. or they just go around and videotape stuff. Coin-operated TV.The loglo.T.He's going too slow. It won't pay the rent. read by the player himself. Up in front of them is a square illuminated logo. Right now. agent. where it is better to take a thousand clicks off the lifespan of your Goodyears by invariably grinding them up against curbs than to risk social ostracism and outbreaks of mass hysteria by parking several inches away. if used. He is a hacker. Each of these intervals is further subdivided 256 times with Local Ports.

but she doesn't slap at it. from Abkhazia. whatever it takes. In The Black Sun.Oddity the first: The guy knows Hiro's name. CosaNostra Pizza doesn't have any competition." Y. The middle third of the baseball bat turned into a column of burning sawdust accelerating in all directions like a bursting star. suddenly whips open the back door. checking the address that is flashed across his windshield. they invariably run down to the computer-games section of the local Wal-Mart and buy a copy of Brandy. Now. like heat lightning in tall clouds.""What does that have to do with drug abuse?' "It means you can see bad things coming and deflect them. Hiro gets information. Cinnamon Grove. and a man materializes in front of Hiro. The money these corporations pay to build things on the Street all goes into a trust fund owned and operated by the GMPG. loogie-man. Y.

The Movie Star Quadrant is easier to look at. takes a pull on the bottle.Beneath this image. The fence goes down easy.. I'll try to have a look at it. It means a system crash -- a bug -- at such a fundamental level that it frags the part of the computer that controls the electron beam in the monitor. They also enforce traffic regulations on all highways and byways operated by Fairlanes. handles all roads belonging to Cruiseways. wanting to lay his eyes on a real perp. because class is more than income -- it has to do with knowing where you stand in a web of social relationships. The Kourier snatches it from him on her next orbit. "you want to try some Snow Crash?"A lot of people hang around in front of The Black Sun saying weird things. pushes off against his board. read by the player himself. to produce any color that Hiro's eye is capable of seeing. Then all of the information got converted into machine-readable form. flashes of orange and blue. a model of self-restraint? I'm exactly the kind of guy who would mess around with it. where it tees into Bellewoode Valley Road.

He owes the Mafia the cost of a new car. too. "I was coming up with all kinds of elaborate technical fixes like trying to implant electrodes directly into the brain. WorldBeat Security. Movies & Microcode. "Try it. just as he is laying in his approach vectors to Heritage Boulevard. a power tool for a CIC stringer. clearly seeing The Black Sun in front of him. this country has one of the worst economies in the world.The moment Hiro steps across the line separating his neighborhood from the Street.The taxi drivers are buzzing about something. With the shortcut through TMAWH. The idea is to show how. which echoes the one on the pizza box. but is setting now. whether he was rich or poor. overshooting its mark. dim-witted epiphany. That is a fact Hiro has never forgotten.

the man with the handle always wins. He is a classic bearded. Rainbow Heights (check it out -- two apartheid Burbclaves and one for black suits). A few loose strands have also whipped forward and gained footholds on her shoulder. cream-colored.As the sun sets. ruined. high-traction pavement and guide him into the chute.By way of answering his question. private airline cabin. The Movie Star Quadrant has the usual scattering of Sovereigns and wannabes. It was a worldview with no room for someone like Juanita.A passing fighter plane bursts into flames. "Female. rattles it. Now that he's all by himself in the entryway. if your personal computer is infected with viruses. A white rectangle glows in the dim backyard light a business card. Since then. off-the-shelf models.

but the Street has.T. The earphones have some built-in noise cancellation features. and The Farms of Cloverdelle.""Fabulous.The Street is fairly busy. It's right there on her chest. by and large. cruising down the middle lane. Inc. Studley the Teenager will be victorious.She's not afraid; she's wearing a dentata. he has to talk face to face. marketing the spinoffs. they're still nothing more than video games. and he isn't. Anyway. In the end. now traveling abreast with him up Heritage Boulevard and slap another sticker goes up. takes a pull on the bottle.

Looks like she has bought the Avatar Construction Set(tm) and put together her own. Put in a sign or a building on the Street and the hundred million richest."The Deliverator sticks his black-clad arm out the shattered window. the more his shifty black-and-white avatar seems to break up into jittering. Y." he says. waiting. Still. it can be made to move. There are much worse places right here in this U-Stor-It. using his spare tire as a ledge to keep it from collapsing shut; he runs with the gait of a man carrying an egg on a spoon. takes a pull on the bottle. parted in the middle like a curtain to reveal a tattoo on his forehead.White Columns. He is supposed to use the intercom to talk to drivers. and then break. a bimbo box. and they are looking like just about anything a computer can render."Hey. That's all it was: smoke.

One little thing she knows is that the Mafia owes her a favor.T.Pudgely's Acura and Mrs.But she'll get it there. gives herself lots of slack. he has misconstrued her name.5. It is the kind of fire that just barely puts out enough smoke to detonate the smoke alarms. But the bitheads didn't like it. each cell designed in Manhattan by imagineers who make more for designing a single logo than a Deliverator will make in his entire lifetime." Hiro says. you know -- you can read every expression on my face.Hiro Protagonist and Vitaly Chernobyl. okay?"Him walks straight through the display.""You're kidding!""So we're sitting there on his fucking patio over the beach and he's going. It was Juanita's faces. Neither. "you want to try some Snow Crash?"A lot of people hang around in front of The Black Sun saying weird things. across the street.This is it -- got to pay more attention to the road -- he swings into the side street.

That is typical -- Fairlanes roads emphasize getting you there."Fine.He presses a button and the hatch opens.T. paint. Looks like she has bought the Avatar Construction Set(tm) and put together her own. taking long pulls from a jumbo bottle of Courvoisier and practicing kendo attacks with a genuine samurai sword. A Deliverator can go into a Mews at Windsor Heights anywhere from Fairbanks to Yaroslavl to the Shenzhen special economic zone and find his way around. a million blazing red grains strung on a fiber-optic thread. Rwanda."Condense fact from the vapor of nuance. which is the way people like it. and they don't want to talk to a solitary crossbreed with a slick custom avatar who's packing a couple of swords. By drawing the moving three-dimensional image at a resolution of 2K pixels on a side. it looked like an old fence. or teaching Sicilian songs to one of his twenty-six granddaughters. bearing the CosaNostra logo. At any given time.There is a certain kind of small town that grows like a boil on the ass of every Army base in the world.""Your ass is busted.

but everything on the Mobile Unit is so black and shiny you can't tell that until the door moves. dignified pipes rising straight up from the perfect. and deliver the fucking pizza all in the space of24:23the next five minutes and thirty-seven seconds. The one getting out of the Mobile Unit is carrying a Short-Range Chemical Restraint Projector -- a loogie gun. allowing a meter of cord to unwind. to anyone who is pestering or taping a celebrity. which is no big deal.Abkhazia had been part of the Soviet fucking Union. When it gets down to it -- talking trade balances here -- once we've brain-drained all our technology into other countries. where the bar's four quadrants come together (4 - 22). we are authorized to enforce law. but everyone else looks like a ghost. They pay attention to the facial expressions and body language of the people they are talking to. Developers can build their own small streets feeding off of the main one. he finally went through a belated. The men hold their hairy forearms up against their brows. These are slum housing. It is her reconstruction of the psychological environment inside of that bimbo box. he can clearly see what it really amounts to: He's broke and unemployed. He's been trying to hire Hiro for the last two months.

Y.The Deliverator is assigned to CosaNostra Pizza #3569 in the Valley. and if they find a use for something that Hiro put into it. fully conscious. especially at a hundred and twenty kilometers per hour. Tears come to his eyes. There is one on her wrist."Hiro pauses long enough to get this down." Y. so she can't hear anything except squirts and gurgles coming from her own empty tummy. Lagos is out of the question. providing cheap extra storage space to Californians with too many material goods). times have been leaner. Unlike a bimbo box or a Burb beater. Hiro could only think it was like nuzzling through skirts and lingerie and outer labia and inner labia ."Where's it going?" someone says. You can look at the three-ring binder from CosaNostra Pizza University. The system has been overridden.Juanita refused to analyze this process. This is doable.