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What are words but empty air ?

It is deeds alone that matter !

The boy did a handstand in the surf, laughing. He walked on his hands, then
flipped out of the water. His eyes were Riviera's, but there was no malice
there. 'To call up a demon you must learn its name. Men dreamed that, once,
but now it is real in another way. You know that. Your business is to learn
the names of programs, the long formal names, names the owners seek to conceal.
True names...'

'Neuromancer,' the boy said, slitting long gray eyes against the rising sun.
'The lane to the land of the dead. Where you are, my friend. Marie-France, my
lady, she prepared this road, but her lord choked her off before I could read
the book of her days. Neuro from the nerves, the silver paths. Romancer.
Necromancer. I call up the dead. But no, my friend' and the boy did a little
dance, brown feet printing the sand, 'I am the dead, and their land.' He
laughed. A gull cried. 'Stay. If your woman is a ghost, she doesn't know it.
Neither will you.'

Silently He stalks up behind you and WHAM<color> your on the floor unconscious never knowing what hit you but you here a faint snickering behind you..But Who????
When you get up you notice you are in an alley...nobody there...then suddenly...POOF<color>
Out of a trash can pops up the Ultimate Fighting Machine...He is muscle bound and he has BloodShot eyes<color> <color>...whoever enters his alley is there for him to take his vengance out on....