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Décapitez l’adversaire et courez marquer un but, sa tête sous le bras. Tel est sommairement le principe de l’« hilketa », le nouveau sport à la mode.
On se rassure : les joueurs sur le terrain ne sont que des cispés, des androïdes pilotés par la conscience des véritables opérateurs, eux-mêmes tous des « hadens », des victimes du syndrome du même nom, enfermés dans leur corps réduit à la plus terrible paralysie.
Je suis moi-même un haden et je n’existe socialement que par cispé interposé. Je suis aussi un agent du FBI, et c’est par un pur concours de circonstances que j’assiste à la mort d’un joueur d’hilketa au cours d’une compétition ; je parle de l’homme derrière le robot, en principe à l’abri de tout danger.
Alors, accident ou meurtre ? C’est ce qu’il va nous falloir découvrir, mon acariâtre mais futée coéquipière et moi. Paré à plonger dans les coulisses d’un sport où athlètes et financiers sont prêts à tout ?
Succédant aux Enfermés, Prise de tête raconte la deuxième enquête de Chris Shane et Leslie Vann.
333 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 17, 2018
“Apparently a ‘go-getter.’”
“What does that mean?”
“I think it means he was an asshole, just an enthusiastic one who did his job and got things done.”
¹ “That threep’s the goat. That’s the player the other team wants to rip the head off of. They try to take his head, while his team tries to keep him from having his head ripped off.”It’s an interesting police procedural set in a fascinating world. It’s sufficiently lighthearted until you start thinking about the issues affecting Hadens and the implications of laws in that universe, and - of course - a bunch of parallels they are supposed to invoke. And yes, once you start thinking of the details - the mistrust, the financial and societal repercussions, the corporate greed, the shady deals, the people stuck between the rock and the hard place, the difficulties and perils facing the need for inclusion and integration - yeah, it’s easy to start feeling quite angry. It got me thinking about what constitutes disability, and how disabilities are viewed, and the grey zones that inevitably arise, and what acceptance and integration and inclusion even means.
“And when the head is taken, they try to punt it through the goalposts.”
“Punt it, toss it, or carry it through, yes.”
“And everyone has swords and hammers and bats—”
“They have those because that shit’s just fun.”
“They didn’t mean any harm in it. But of course not meaning harm isn’t the same as not doing harm.”
"I did not destroy another threep,” I said. “A car did.”
"You got hit by a car.”
“Twice.”
“So, once for the experience and twice to be sure?” Tony asked. “Hey, weren’t you hit by a car when you were a kid?”
“It was a truck.”
“Same concept. Three times is a fetish, Chris,” Tony said. “Which is your business. But it gets pretty pricey. You might want to take up a less expensive hobby, like cocaine.”
“That threep’s the goat. That’s the player the other team wants to rip the head off of. They try to take his head, while his team tries to keep him from having his head ripped off.”
“And when the head is taken, they try to punt it through the goalposts.”
“Punt it, toss it, or carry it through, yes.”
“And everyone has swords and hammers and bats—”
“They have those because that shit’s just fun.”
"I did not destroy another threep,” I said. “A car did.”
"You got hit by a car.”
“Twice.”
“So, once for the experience and twice to be sure?” Tony asked. “Hey, weren’t you hit by a car when you were a kid?”
“It was a truck.”
“Same concept. Three times is a fetish, Chris,” Tony said. “Which is your business. But it gets pretty pricey. You might want to take up a less expensive hobby, like cocaine.”






The reason Hilketa is so popular is that the players score points through simulated decapitation, and go after each other with melee weapons. It’s team gladiatorial combat, on a football field, with a nerdy scoring system. It’s all the violence every other team sport wishes it could have, but can’t, because people would actually die.





wheeler looked at vann, exasperated. “what are you, an asshole?”
“yes,” vann said. “i am an asshole. now tell me where to park.”