quote the founders at me,” Derya snaps. “The Free Society is fragile. The minute enough people find anticontributive behavior cool, the party’s over — it’s back to capitalist competition or state control.” He stares until you meet his eye. “You even talk to those people - are you paying attention? — you even talk to them, your rep will be trashed on all the major servers. You won’t work, you won’t party, you’ll be defriended by every one of your tribes. Got it?” Her broad-brimmed hat is still sailing on the wind. The mites missed it. It cuts between the towers of the 50th. The upside-down trading floor is deserted. There are heaps of yellowed euros and deutschmarks dumped here, like snowdrifts. Wood panel, marble. Silence. And the