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they get together and have a crack at it. Everybody else? Well, who knows, basically. I've seen a lot of The City, I've been around. But there's a lot of places I haven't been, places where no one's been in a hundred years, no one except the people who live there. Some places you don't go because it's too dangerous, and some places don't let outsiders in. Believe me: there are some Neighbourhoods out there where there is some very weird shit going on.
    Red Neighbourhood doesn't fall into that category. It's not that bad. It's just kind of intense. I was in Red because I needed to buy a gun, and you can't buy guns in the Centre or Colour. In Red you can buy what the hell you like. At a discount.
    There's no good or bad time to get on a Red mono. They don't have hours where you do certain things, or days even. You just pay your money and take your chances. Actually, by Red standards the carriage I boarded was fairly civilised. True, there was both vomit and a human turd on the seat next to mine, but I've seen worse. The prostitutes were mainly too stoned to be doing serious business, the fight down the end was over very quickly, and there were never more than two dead bodies in the carriage at any one time.
    Zenda thinks I'm very brave for going into Red by myself. Partly, she's right. But partly you just have to know how to fit in, how not to be fazed. If Darv or any of those ACIA suits poked their head in here they'd get the crap beaten out of them before they sat down, because they'd look like they didn't belong.
    Look at me. Okay, so I'm wearing good clothes, but that's not the point. Clothes are not an issue, Clothes cost nothing. It's in the face. I don't look; like I'm dying for this mono journey to end, like I'm about to wet myself in fear. I don't look like I'm disgusted with what I see. I look like the kind of guy who'd have a knife in your throat before you got halfway through giving him a hard time. I look like the kind of guy whose mother died in the street choking up Dopaz vomit. I look like the kind of guy who pimps his sister not just for the money, but because he hates her.
    I can look like a guy who belongs.
    I got off at Fuck Station Zero and weaved down a few backstreets. In Red they can't be bothered to move the garbage around, never mind the buildings. In the real depths of Red, places like Hu district, there is garbage that has literally fossilised. Finding your way around is not a problem, assuming you know your way to start off with: there aren't any maps. If you don't know where you're going you want to get the hell out of Red immediately, before something demoralising and possibly fatal happens to you.
    It had been a couple of months since I was last in Red, and I was relieved to see that BarJi was still functioning. The turnover of recreational establishments in Red is kind of high, what with gang war, arson and random napalming. BarJi has been running for almost six years now, which I suspect may be some kind of record. The reason is very simple. The reason is Ji.
    It's always kind of a tense moment, sticking your head into a bar in Red Neighbourhood. You can take it as a given that there'll be a fight in progress, but it's less easy to predict what kind. Will it be fists, guns or chemical weapons that are involved? Is it a personal battle or a complete free-for-all? The fight in Ji's was a very minor one of the knife variety, which made it feel like a church in spite of the grotesquely loud trash rock exploding out of the speakers.
    The reason? Ji.
    Ji is an old, well, friend, I guess. We met a long time ago when we were both involved in something. I may tell you about it sometime, if it's relevant. He wasn't living in Red then: he was living in Turn Again Neighbourhood, which is the second weirdest Neighbourhood I have ever set foot in. I have been in Turn twice, and there is no fucking way I am ever going there again.
    I'm not even going to talk about the weirdest Neighbourhood I've seen.
    Ji was