Count Zero (1986)
“It came down in a solid wall, blinding him until he found the switch for the wipers. Rudy hadn’t kept the blades in shape, so he slowed, the turbine’s whine lowering to a roar, and edged over the shoulder, the apron bag nosing past shredded husks of truck tires.
“What’s wrong?” “I can’t see. The wiper blades are rotten.” He tapped the button for the lights, and four tight beams stabbed out from either side of the hover’s wedge of hood and lost themselves in the gray wall of the downpour. He shook his head.
“Why don’t we stop?” “We’re too close to the Sprawl. They patrol all this. Copters. They’d scan the ID panel on the roof and see we’ve got Ohio plates and a weird chassis configuration. They might want to check us out. We don’t want that.” “What are you going to do?” “Keep to the shoulder until I can turn off, then get us under some cover, if I can . . .” He held the hover steady and swung it around in place, the headlights flashing off the dayglow orange diagonals on an upright pol...e marking a service road.MoreLess
“What’s wrong?” “I can’t see. The wiper blades are rotten.” He tapped the button for the lights, and four tight beams stabbed out from either side of the hover’s wedge of hood and lost themselves in the gray wall of the downpour. He shook his head.
“Why don’t we stop?” “We’re too close to the Sprawl. They patrol all this. Copters. They’d scan the ID panel on the roof and see we’ve got Ohio plates and a weird chassis configuration. They might want to check us out. We don’t want that.” “What are you going to do?” “Keep to the shoulder until I can turn off, then get us under some cover, if I can . . .” He held the hover steady and swung it around in place, the headlights flashing off the dayglow orange diagonals on an upright pol...e marking a service road.MoreLess
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