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Mona Lisa Overdrive William Gibson To my sister, Fran Gibson, with amazement and love . . . ONE THE SMOKE The ghost was her fathers parting gift, presented by a black-clad secretary in a departure lounge at Narita. For the first two hours of the flight to London it lay forgotten in her purse, a smooth dark oblong, one side impressed with the ubiquitous Maas-Neotek logo, the other gently curved to fit the users palm. She sat up very straight in her seat in the first-class cabin, her features composed in a small cold mask modeled after her dead mothers most characteristic expression. The surrounding seats were empty; her father had purchased the space. She refused the meal the nervous steward offered. The vacant seats frightened him, evidence of her fathers wealth and power. The man hesitated, then bowed and withdrew. Very briefly, she allowed the mask her mothers smile. Ghosts, she thought later, somewhere over Germany, staring at the upholstery of the seat beside her. How well her father treated his ghosts. There were ghosts beyond the window, too, ghosts in the stratosphere of Europes winter, partial images that began to form if she let |
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