"I like Pereira, but I’m not sure he has the stuff," Laura said. Carlotta grinned to see her, like an idiot, muttering into midair at an unseen presence. Schizoid. Laura frowned. Too much input at once. With her eyes and ears wired on separate realities, her brain felt divided on invisible seams, everything going slightly waxy and unreal. She was getting Net-burned. ["Okay, I know Pereira blew it in Brasilia, but he’s honest. What about Suvendra and this Islamic Bank business? That doesn’t bother you?"]