The Chinese man examined his smooth pale face in the mirror. The peeling walls of the small rectangular bathroom were awash with the kaleidoscopic effect of multicolored neon light refracted through the tiny rooftop window and splayed through the thick air like so much splattered blood at a murder scene. The luminous effect brought back memories of cyberspace, except that this was static, like the constant in a linear equation.

Cyberspace on the other hand was in a perpetual state of flux as data bred new data and digital life forms took shape everywhere. The rays of neon, beautiful as they looked, did nothing for the unwashed cracked imitation porcelain bathtub that sat in one corner with the scum of the assassins recent bath still adhered to its sides like dead pixels.

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