Complex message

CASE:0000
000000000
00000000.

“Guess it’s for you,” she said, climbing mechanically. The zeros strobed again and a message stuttered there, in the corner of her vision, chopped up by the display circuit.

GENERAL G
IRLING:::
TRAINED
CORTO FOR
SCREAMING
FIST AND
SOLD HIS
ASS TO
THE PENT
AGON::::
W/MUTE’S
PRIMARY
GRIP ON
ARMITAG
E IS A
CONSTRU
CT OF G
IRLING:
W/MUTE
SEZ A’ S
MENTION
OF G
MEANS
HE’S
CRACK
ING::::
WATCH
YOUR
ASS::::
::DIXIE

“Well,” she said, pausing, taking all of her weight on her right leg, “guess you got problems too.” She looked down. There was a faint circle of light, no larger than the brass round of the Chubb key that dangled between her breasts. She looked up. Nothing at all. She tongued her amps and the tube rose into vanishing perspective, the Braun picking its way up the rungs. “Nobody told me about this part,” she said.

***

Neuromancer ch 16