SNOW CRASH

“Any diagnosis?”

Juanita sighs, looks tired. “There won’t be any diagnosis,” she says. “It’s a software, not a hardware, problem.”

“Huh?”

“They’re rounding up the usual suspects. CAT scans, NMR scans, PET scans, EEGs. Everything’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with his brain-his hardware.”

“It just happens to be running the wrong program?”

“His software got poisoned. Da5id had a snow crash last night, inside his head.”

“Are you trying to say it’s a psychological problem?”

“It kind of goes beyond those established categories,” Juanita says, “because it’s a new phenomenon. A very old one, actually.”

“Does this thing just happen spontaneously, or what?”

“You tell me,” she says. “You were there last night. Did any. thing happen after I left?”

“He had a Snow Crash hypercard that he got.~from Raven outside The Black Sun.”

“Shit. That bastard.”

“Who’s the bastard? Raven or Da5id?”

“Da5id. I tried to warn him.”

“He used it.” Hiro goes on to explain the Brandy with the magic scroll. “Then later he had computer trouble and got bounced.”

“I heard about that part,” she says. “That’s why I called the paramedics.”

“I don’t see the connection between Da5id’s computer having a crash, and you calling an ambulance.”

“The Brandy’s scroll wasn’t just showing random static. It was flashing up a large amount of digital information, in binary form. That digital information was going straight into Da5id’s optic nerve. Which is part of the brain, incidentally-if you stare into a person’s pupil, you can see the terminal of the brain.”

“Da5id’s not a computer. He can’t read binary code.”

“He’s a hacker. He messes with binary code for a living. That ability is firm-wired into the deep structures of his brain. So he’s susceptible to that form of information. And so are you, home. boy.”

‘What kind of information are we talking about?”