from his brother.
They could still use Burnofsky, so long as they were careful. Let him
reveal all to BZRK: without details it would mean nothing.
“What about preprogrammed attack?” Burnofsky asked cau-
tiously.
Charles smiled. “It’s time we learned more about some of our . . .
toys.” He nodded. “Yes, Karl, we want to learn how to do it.”
“You mean, how to program an attack using self-replicating
nanobots? Yourselves?”
“Are we too stupid?” Benjamin demanded. “Is that what you
think? Do you think we rose from where we began to all of this by
being stupid?” He waved his hand to encompass all of what he’d ear-
lier called his gilded cage.
No, by being rage-filled lunatics , Burnofsky thought. And by hav-
ing a very rich grandfather.
“I am very well aware of your intellect,” Burnofsky soothed.
“Perhaps not quite on your level, Karl,” Charles said. “But as I
understand it, there’s an app for this.”
Burnofsky’s first thought was that they meant to use it against
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him. But no, there were so many ways they could kill him, they
wouldn’t be cute about it.
“Gentlemen,” Burnofsky said, “if you have thirty minutes, I can
teach you to use the app.”
“Wake up, Anthony. You have a visitor.”
Bug Man sat up fast. The lights were on. But it must still be night
out beyond the shuttered windows.
George III had a cup of coffee in his hand. He gave it to Bug Man.
“What?” Bug Man said.
“Someone wants to meet you.”
Bug Man was not yet fully awake, but he was getting there fast.
“No one knows I’m here.” Awful suspicion blossomed. “You sold me
out! You mother—”
“Drink your coffee,” George said, and sighed. “If I was selling you
out, would I start by bringing you a cappuccino? It’s full-fat milk—
you’re not watching your cholesterol, I hope.”
Bug Man took a sip. George was trying to act cool, but he was
upset. Something had disturbed his typical sangfroid.
“Put on some clothing. It’s just one of my compatriots here to brief
you on next steps.” He was lying. He was lying and he was jumpy, very
unlike his usual self.
“In the middle of the night?”
“She has an early flight.” George left the room. Bug Man took
another sip of coffee. A soft knock at the door.
“Yeah, George,” Bug Man yelled, “I’m getting up. Damn, give a
brother a few minutes to—”
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The door opened. It was not George, but a white woman. Medium-
tall, slender, good-looking but sharp edged. Brunette.
“Hello, Anthony. I’m sorry to barge in on you. But I have to get
back to New York, so I don’t have a lot of time.”
She sat down on the foot of the bed, a position that made Bug
Man quite uncomfortable since under the blankets he wasn’t wearing
anything. He was very conscious of his skinny chest and well-formed
but not exactly muscular shoulders.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Lystra.”
“You were the pathway.”
She smiled. She tilted her head, looked closely at him, making eye
contact, taking her time in responding. Smart , that’s what he thought
of her on first impression. That she was smart. And not bad if you
liked older women. And she was on his bed. . . .
“I’m a lot of pathways,” Lystra said.
“So, George said—”
“Do you like George?” she asked.
“Not really,” Bug Man said.
“No, you wouldn’t. George isn’t really like us, is he?”
“Like us?”
“George is so serious. He never plays games. You and I, we like to
play. We enjoy the game as a game .”
“Do we know each other?” Bug Man asked. Alarm bells were
going off in his head. He recalled George’s furtive eyes.
“In a way. I’ve played you at different times in different games,
yeah. I use several online identities. But you’re better than I am.
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