The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.
He'd expected to die, then, but they only smiled. Of course he was welcome, they told him, welcome to the money. And he was going to need it. Because-still smiling-they were going to make sure he never worked again.
I think you screwed up, Case. I showed up and you just fit me right into your reality picture.
If I put this dartgun away, will you be easy, Case? You look like you like to take stupid chances.
What would you say if I told you we could correct your neural damage, Case?
I'd say you were full of jive. Then I'd ask what your terms were.