Freed from day-to-day responsibilities, he walked north from the New 
Atlantan camp on the third day of the siege, following the tideline. Every few 
yards he came to a tribal border and presented a visa that, under the 
provisions of the
Common Economic Protocol, was supposed to afford him free passage. Some of the 
tribal zones were only a meter or two wide, but their owners jealously guarded 
their access to the sea, sitting up all night staring out into the surf, 
waiting for some unspecified form of salvation. Carl Hollywood strolled through 
encampments of Ashantis, Kurds, Armenians, Navajos, Tibetans, Senderos, 
Mormons, Jesuits, Lapps, Pathans, Tutsis, the First Distributed Republic and 
its innumerable offshoots, Heartlanders, Irish, and one or two local CryptNet 
cells who had now been flushed into the open. He discovered synthetic phyles he 
had never heard of, but this did not surprise him.