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Bane nodded, and watched the wiggle of her figure in the uniform as she walked away. He imagined going after her right now and pulling off her clothes. No one would say anything if he forced himself on her, certainly not her. But he didn’t want to risk a loss of decorum in the ranks, a diminishment of respect for him. He would wait for a few more hours, until their preappointed time and place.
    He looked back down at the cavern floor and the work that was progressing there. For most of the two decades since the fall of the American Corporates, he had been supervising the construction and testing of VT-machine prototypes, and now he was preparing a nasty surprise for the Greenies who had taken power. Bane’s hidden forces would rise from the ground like demons from hell and strike wherever he pleased.
    And the element of surprise was not all he had.
    With special access to technology, he possessed small and large weapons to match the Splitters of the SciOs. He understood the primal secrets of Dark Energy, and the easier-to-comprehend (though no less natural) technology of greenforming. He even knew that the SciOs had secret, quasi-religious rituals involving these two opposing forces, and believed they needed to be in constant interplay in order to balance nature—an infinite process of destruction and regeneration.
    Bane had a vast fortune with which to fund his operations, accumulated from the assets of wealthy people who continued to join his forces, from high-level politicians who didn’t join, and from coordinated raids that his specialists made all over the world, using two-man mini-voleers to steal gold, precious jewels, artwork, and other valuables.
    His financial and political contacts were very high-level.

 
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    Despite the oft-expressed opinions of our anarchist brothers and sisters who are contributing mightily to our green cause, we are not against all technology; we do not propose reverting to the woods, or to the Age of Agriculture, or to the Stone Age. The problem with technology is not technology itself. Rather, it is the misuse of it by Corporate and allied interests, who find ways of detaching themselves from the concerns of average citizens, hiding behind armor plates of machines, and reaping huge financial rewards.
    â€”joint statement of the Berkeley Eight, just before their stunning military victory
    JOSS SAT AT a window table as his train sped along a maglev rail that had been cut through the wilderness, with evergreen trees towering on either side that made it look as if he were going through a narrow green defile. He hadn’t eaten most of the lunch in front of him, and pushed it aside. He and Kupi were bound for their next gig, in the Quebec Territory, having completed their important transformative work in New England. Their subsequent assignment did not involve Janus Machine duties, not the usual sort, anyway. Instead, they were scheduled to attend a gala event in Quebec with high-level progressives to talk about environmental issues, and to provide a demonstration of splitting and greenforming work.
    He heard the smooth hum of machinery around him, along with the voices of passengers and the tinkle of silverware on plates. The pungent, ever-present odor of juana sticks lingered in the air, casting a brown haze throughout the car. There were a number of J-Mac crews riding inside the string of passenger cars, and huge flatcars brought up the rear of the train, with environmental restoration machines strapped to them.
    Thinking back, Joss wondered who the attackers had been near Bostoner, an onslaught that undoubtedly led to the rigid security inspection the train and its passengers had been forced to undergo before departure. When the train finally pulled away he’d seen flatbed trucks carrying pieces of charred, unidentifiable debris from the battle. Presumably they were from the destroyed aircraft and the tube-shaped vessel he’d seen before it exploded—a