Leon had to come into town to do contractually obligated promo media with a crew from the lottery, with, he… — William Gibson

“You’re used to telepresence, then,” Lev said.

“We call it getting a haircut,” Flynne said, giving him a look as she got to her feet, “back in frontier days.”

Conner was in the garden, on hands and knees, snarling at Gordon and Tyenna. They were facing him, side by side, as if ready to spring, their musculature looking even less canine than usual, their stiff tails in particular. Carnivorous kangaroos, in wolf outfits with Cubist stripes.

“What’s he doing out there?” Netherton asked.

“I don’t know,” said Lev, “but they love it.”

Now the two creatures lunged at Conner simultaneously. He fell between them, flailing, wrestling with them. They were making a high-pitched, repetitious coughing sound.

“Ash imagines you a conservative,” Lowbeer said, “or a romantic, perhaps. She sees your distaste for the present rooted in the sense of a fall from grace. That some prior order, or perhaps the lack of one, afforded a more authentic existence.”

“I simply imagine things were less tedious,” Netherton said.

“I personally recall that world, which you can only imagine was preferable to this one,” she said. “Eras are conveniences, particularly for those who never experienced them. We carve history from totalities beyond our grasp."