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THE SKY ABOVE the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel...and he was no console man, no cyberspace cowboy. Just another hustler, trying to make it through. But the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo, and he'd cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the dark…..trying to reach the console that wasn't there.