Major Kusanagi

In the pulse of glass fibers, she weaves the invisible web, minor sister of Iason's daring, she dances between large data beating like a second blood, codes like a second wind — slider footsteps, automatic breath, others' names falling like dry leaves on disorderly asphalt. she renders all virtual touch a double permeability and that we invent again a language of skin.

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