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██╹what the corpus missed
A blind selection test on three chapters, spans only. The independent reader marked passages this study never saw: 38% coverage overall.
chapter mine blind matched recall coverage chapter_06 13 14 13 100% 93% chapter_14 9 30 7 78% 30% chapter_20 5 28 3 60% 18% TOTAL 27 72 23 85% 38% recall = my spans the independent reader also marked (precision of my selection) coverage = my span count as a share of theirs (completeness of my selection)
--- chapter_06: 3 --- * "Show it already," Case said. * "What does the bastard want?" Molly asked. * Armitage was reading off flight numbers and departure times. --- chapter_14: 23 --- * "See what th' ghost say, mon," Maelcum said. "Computer keeps askin' for you." * "What you gettin' up to, boy? I been hearin' lurid stories. * "Lemme take that a sec, Case..." The matrix blurred and phased as the Flatline executed an intricate series of jumps with a speed and accuracy that ma * "Hey, boy, I was that good when I was alive. You ain't seen nothin'. No hands!" * "Yeah? No shit? You don't wanna see what that Chinese program can do?" * "Maybe." The construct approximated laughter. Case winced at the sensation. * It's real friendly, long as you're on the trigger end, jus' polite an' helpful as can be. Speaks good English, too. * This ain't bore and inject, it's more like we interface with the ice so slow, the ice doesn't feel it. * "Wish you weren't so damn jolly today, man. That laugh of yours sort of gets me in the spine." / "Too bad," the Flatline said. "Ol' dead man needs his * "You want I should come to you in the matrix like a burning bush? You aren't missing anything, back there. An hour here'll only take you a couple of s * "You ever think maybe it gets on my nerves, you coming on like people I know?" * "Well," said the Finn, "it's like that tree, you know? Falls in the woods but maybe there's nobody to hear it." * Memory's holographic, for you." The Finn tugged at one of his small ears. "I'm different." * The Finn stepped forward and canted his streamlined skull to peer up at Case. "Maybe if you had, I wouldn't be happening." * "I'm trying to help you, Case." / "Why?" / "Because I need you." The large yellow teeth appeared again. "And because you need me." * "Bullshit. Can you read my mind, Finn?" He grimaced. / "Wintermute, I mean." * He reached into the exposed chassis of an ancient television and withdrew a silver-black vacuum tube. "See this? Part of my DNA, sort of..." * "You killed those Turings." / The Finn shrugged. "Hadda. Hadda. You should give a shit; they woulda offed you and never thought twice. * "To know what they're like. You were starting to hate my guts for a while there. That's good. But hate them instead. Same difference." * "Listen," Case said, stepping forward, "they never did shit to me. You, it's different..." But he couldn't feel the anger. * "That's all she wrote," the Finn said. "Didn't finish it. Just a kid then. This thing's a ceremonial terminal, sort of. * "I don't exist, after that. I cease." / "Okay by me," Case said. * My, ah, other lobe is on to us, it looks like. One burning bush looks pretty much like another. And Armitage is starting to go." --- chapter_20: 25 --- * The Braun scuttled over mounded carpets and tapped one of its padded claws against an oversized rectangular door of dark battered wood. * The Braun rotated its spherical body and the LED strobed. / "It wan' you open door," Maelcum said, nodding. * The Braun was plucking at the leg of his jeans, nipping at his ankle. He resisted a strong urge to kick it. "Yeah?" * The Braun paused beneath it and executed a sort of jig. * "Wintermute?" / The familiar features filled the screen. The Finn smiled. * Two of its limbs began to piston repeatedly, uselessly, pumping the air. "What's wrong with the goddam thing?" / "Burned out," the Finn said. "Forget * And on the far rim of consciousness, a scurrying, a fleeting impression of something rushing toward him, across leagues of black mirror. * None of this was real, but cold was cold. * "You aren't anything," he said to the sleeping girl. "You're dead and you meant fuck-all to me anyway. Hear that, buddy? I know what you're doing. * "Honey," she said, twisting up from the rags of blankets, "you come here and sleep. I'll sit up, you want. You gotta sleep, okay?" * "If you're making this shit up," he said, "you could lay on some real food, okay?" * "Sure," he said touching the seals. "Stay here a long time. I get the idea. Sure..." * "Dunno whose memories you're using for this one," he said when he reached the water. * "Listen," he said, scooping his clothes up and walking toward her, "I got a question for you. I won't ask you what you're doing here. But what exactly * "He said you would," she said, wrinkling her nose. She shrugged. "He knows stuff like that, I guess." * "And that's the last thing you remember?" He watched her scrape the last of the freeze-dried hash from the rectangular steel box cover that was their * "Goddam, Case, you asked me that ten times today! What's wrong with you?" She twisted a strand of hair into her mouth and chewed at it. * "But the food was here? It was already here?" / "I told you, man, it was washed up on the damn beach." / "Okay. Sure. It's seamless." * She started to cry again, a dry sobbing. "Well, damn you anyway, Case," she managed, finally, "I was doin' just fine here by myself." * "Okay," he said to the night, "I buy it. I guess I buy it. But tomorrow some cigarettes better wash up." His own laughter startled him. * "I'm real sorry I stole your RAM." / "Never mind," he said. "Doesn't mean anything. * "Sure was. I just couldn't figure how you'd have all those pictures of when I was little, Case. How my daddy looked, before he left. * It belonged, he knew -- he remembered -- as she pulled him down, to the meat, the flesh the cowboys mocked. It was a vast thing, beyond knowing, a sea * Here, even here, in a place he knew for what it was, a coded model of some stranger's memory, the drive held. * "He told you I was coming," he said. / But she only rolled against him, buttocks against his thighs, and put her hand over his, and muttered something
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