The ghost was her father's parting gift, presented by a black-clad secretary in a departure lounge at Narita… — William Gibson
The ghost was her father's 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…The ghost woke to Kumiko's touch as they began their descent into Heathrow…a boy out of some faded hunting print, legs crossed casually in tan breeches and riding boots.
"Hullo," the ghost said…"Name's Colin…Didn't get your name."
"You aren't real," she said sternly.
He shrugged.
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Kumiko looked into Colin's transparent green eyes…"What are you?"
"A Maas-Neotek biochip personality-base programmed to aid and advise the Japanese visitor in the United Kingdom." He winked at her.
"Why did you wink?"
The ghost touched his lips with a slim forefinger. "I'm something else as well, yes. I do display a bit too much initiative for a mere guide program. I can't tell you exactly what I am, though, because I don't know."
Petal called the city Smoke.
In cyberspace, Kumiko noted, there are no shadows.
