Chapter 28 26

Brown.When Lamia was a child, her father served as a senator, and the family moved, albeit briefly, from Luthers to the wooded Tianlun Five Center Executive Residential Complex, where she had seen old flat-screen movies, Walt Disney The cartoon "Peter Pan".After seeing the cartoon, she read the original novel, and both captured her heart. For months and weeks, the five-year-old girl had been waiting for the night when Peter Pan would come and take her away.She left a note directing the way to her bedroom under the shingled dormer window.Leaving the house after her parents fell asleep, lying on the soft lawn in the deer park, looking at the milky gray night sky, dreaming that the boy from Neverland would soon take her away some night , fly to the second star on the right, and fly till morning, and she will be his companion, the mother of those lost children who will stand with them against the evil Captain Hook, and most of all, be Peter Pan's new Wen Dee befriends the kid who never grows up.

Now, twenty years later, Peter Pan has finally come to her. Lamia didn't feel any pain, only the cold dislocation feeling suddenly emerged, and the steel claws of the Thorn Demon God pierced the nerve shunt behind her ear.Then she broke away and flew. She has passed through the data plane and entered the data circle.However, a few weeks ago, Lamia had entered the intelligence core with her favorite Internet ruffian BB Suolingjie, and assisted Johnny in stealing his regenerated personality of the model controller.They invaded the perimeter, stole the personality, but set off the siren, and BB died.Lamia never wanted to enter the datasphere again.

But she is there now. This experience was something she had never experienced before, whether using a communication recorder or a connector.It's like virtual reality is like being in a stereoscopic movie with color and surround sound and it's like being in it. Peter Pan finally came and took her away. Lamia rises above the curve of Hyperion and sees the microwave data streams and narrowband connections in those fundamental channels, here as the earliest dataspheres.She didn't stop to look inside, because she was following an orange umbilical cord up into the sky, the avenues and highways leading to the real data plane.

The sky of Hyperion was invaded by the Overlords and Ousters, and both sides brought with them complex folding pages and grids of the data circle.With new eyes, Lamia can see the thousands of layers of the Bajun data flow, a wave of green information rushing straight ahead, with the red blood vessels of the encrypted channels and the purple spheres spinning endlessly, as well as the Bajun artificial intelligence black phage.The phantom of the giant data circle of the Great Ten Thousand Star Network flew out of the general space through the black ventilator of the portal on the ship, and followed the layers of waves and instantaneous fluctuations. The communication transmitter broke out.

She stopped, suddenly unsure where to go, which avenue to take.It was as if she had been flying, and her uncertainty jeopardized the magic that threatened to throw her back miles below the ground. Then Peter Pan took her hand and lifted her up. (Johnny!) (Hello, Brown.) The very second she saw and felt his image, the image of her own body materialized.It was Johnny, just as she had seen him last, her client and lover Johnny with high cheekbones, hazel eyes, small nose and solid chin.Johnny's reddish-brown curls still hung down his collar, and his face still seemed to have boundless energy, and his smile still melted her heart.

Johnny!She embraced him, and felt that embrace, felt his strong hands on her back, floating together high above everything, felt him embrace her back with a strength beyond his small size, she Her breasts pressed against his chest.They kiss, and there's no denying it's real. Lamia flew with her arms outstretched, her hands resting on his shoulders.Both faces reflected the ocean green and purple light of the giant data circle above them. (Is this true?) She hears her own voice and words in the question, though she knows she's just thinking about it. (Yes, as real as any part of this data plane. We're now on the edge of that giant datasphere in Hyperion space.) His voice still had that elusive accent that made her think it would be possible. Deceptive and insane.

(Did something happen?) She used these words to send him images of the appearance of the Thorn God, and the sudden and terrible intrusion of the knife-like fingers. (Yes,) thought Johnny, holding her tighter. (This seems to take me out of the Sloan loop and connect us directly into the datasphere.) (Am I dead, Johnny?) JohnnyKeats looked down at her with a smile on his face.He shook her gently and kissed her tenderly.Swiveling allows them to see the majestic landscape above and below. (No, you're not dead, Braun, though you may be hooked up to some fancy life support system when your data plane analogue hangs out here with me.)

(Are you dead?) He grinned at her again, (No, although living in the Sloan circuit isn't as good as they boast, it's like living someone else's dream.) (I dream about you.) Johnny nodded, (I think that's not me, I had the same dream talking to Mena Graystone, attending a meeting of the Overlord Government) (right!) He squeezed her hand. (I'm guessing they activated another Keats mod. We seem to be able to connect from so many light-years away.) (Another model control person? How? You destroyed the model switch of the intelligence core and released that personality)

Her lover shrugged his shoulders.He was wearing a shirt with a frilly collar and a satin waistcoat she had never seen before.The stream of information passing on the avenue above them dyed them floating there in flashing neon light. (I'm guessing they'll have more copies than the little BB and I could find penetrating as shallow as the outer edge of the Intellectual Core. That's all right, Braun, if there's another copy, Then he's me, and I don't believe he's an enemy. Come on, let's probe.) Lamia hesitated as he pulled her up.What to detect? (This is a good chance for us to see what's going on. A good chance, Brown, to get to the bottom of a lot of mysteries.)

She heard the out-of-character flinch in her own voice/thought. (I don't know if I want to do that, Johnny.) He turned to face her. (Are you the detective I know? What happened to the woman who couldn't stand the secret?) (She had some rough days, Johnny, and I was able to go back and see that becoming a detective was mostly a reaction to my dad's suicide. I still want to unravel the mystery of his death. Also, in reality There are many people in life who have been hurt, including you, dear.) (Have you unlocked it yet?) (What?) (your father's death?) Lamia frowned at him, (I don't know, I don't think so.)

Johnny pointed to the flood of data flowing in and out of the data circle above them. (A lot of answers are waiting for you, Braun. If only we have the courage to find them.) She took his hand again. (We might die there.) (good.) Lamia paused for a moment, then looked down at Hyperion.The world was a dark arc, with a few confluences of information streams that glowed like campfires in the dark.The sea above sizzled with the light and sound of data streams, and Brown knew it was only the smallest extension of the giant data circle outside.She knew she felt their reborn data-plane analog could now go places no cyber-ruff cowboy could have dreamed of. Brown asked Johnny to be her guide, knowing that both the giant datasphere and the intelligence core could penetrate to depths that humans had never reached, and she was terrified. But she was finally with Peter Pan.And Neverland is beckoning to her. (OK, Johnny. What are we waiting for?) Together they ascend towards the giant datasphere.