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voiced the obvious. You re saying that Jack was bought off?
Corfe nodded. I m pretty sure of it. All the years he was there, as a
potential threat, we never heard more about it. But the moment he isn t around
any more to make trouble Corfe broke off and eyed Kevin uncertainly. I
assume you do know about that? . . .
Yes, I heard about it. Two months before, Jack Anastole had been found dead
in a hotel room in Seattle after a heart attack.
Corfe nodded and went on, The moment he s not around to make trouble any
more, suddenly it looks as if the whole thing might be about to become news
again. There s a piece in
Science this month that asks if all direct neural work in other words read
ours, here at Neurodyne ought to be put on hold until the risks have been
officially checked out.
Kevin felt genuine alarm for the first time. You mean us? Somebody could be
trying to get Dad shut down?
Just so. Corfe nodded his head slowly and gave Kevin a somber look. I think
the people behind it now are the same ones who tried it before because Eric
has cracked DNC and he s about to run rings around them. And what we ve seen
so
far is only on account of supposed concern over people who work at Neurodyne.
Imagine how much more attention it ll get when the world finds out that Ohira
wants to make it a public attraction.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hey, pull up, pull up! Watch that power line.
I see it, Taki. What s the matter, don t you trust me all of a sudden?
See all perfectly under control.
Oh God, he s going under!
Sometimes I think you pick up a bit of that neurosis from your sister.
There s a duck taking off. The noise has scared it. You ll never
Wheeeee!
. . . Never what, Taki?
Jeez! I don t care what you say balance sensors or not, I still feel sick.
Look at this tree coming up. Wow, it s like a mountain. This is way better
than Disney.
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Since they were too young to fly real airplanes, they had settled for the next
best thing and fitted one of Kevin s models with onboard controls to override
the radio-actuated system so that they could fly it as mecs. After some
initial setbacks and a bit of trial and error, the experiment seemed to be
working out just fine. And they didn t need cubic miles of space to contend
with all the restrictions and legalities that that would have entailed. The
inlet of water at the back of the house provided as much of a world as they
could have wanted.
Take it up higher so we can switch places. It s about time I had a turn,
Taki called via the intercom.
Okay. Let s follow the road and see what s going on around the neighborhood.
Boy, wait till Ohira sees this!
Inside the house, Vanessa came into the front hall carrying a box containing a
loaded slide carousel for her presentation at the neurophysiology seminar
being held that weekend in Seattle, and in her other hand, a brown leather
briefcase. She put the briefcase down beside the overnight suitcase, plastic
bag containing books and files, and hanging bag already piled by the door, and
the carousel box by the folders and several large envelopes stacked on the
hall table. Let s see, she said, checking over the items, change of clothes
for tonight, cosmetic bag, background files, journals . . .
notes!
I need my notes for the talk. She took the briefcase and went back to the den
just as Harriet came down the back stairs with Vanessa s coat and purse.
You did say the blue coat? Harriet checked as she paused on the bottom step
to let Vanessa pass.
Yes, that s the one. Vanessa slipped it on, took the purse, and went into
the den and over to the desk. Outside the doorway, Harriet s footsteps receded
to the front of the house.
Is this all? Shall I take these things out to the car? her voice called
distantly.
Yes, please, Vanessa called back as she sorted through papers. The stuff
other than the bags can go on the back seat. It isn t locked. Be careful with
the yellow box.
Notes, references, prints of slides. Better take the papers by Christie and
Rolands, too
. . . .
In the front hallway, Harriet picked up the suitcase and plastic carrier,
tried taking the loose folders as well, but they didn t feel very safe. So she
put everything down again and stuffed the folders into the carrier; and since
there was still room to spare, she slipped the envelopes in as well. Along
with them and not really noticing, she put into the carrier a folded black
plastic bag, secured with a rubber band, that had also been on the hall table,
and which Vanessa hadn t noticed either. That felt better. She picked up the
items again, found that she could now manage the hanging bag as well, and
hauled all of them out through the front door.
A harsh roaring sound, rising in pitch to a whine and then falling again, made
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voiced the obvious. You re saying that Jack was bought off?
Corfe nodded. I m pretty sure of it. All the years he was there, as a
potential threat, we never heard more about it. But the moment he isn t around
any more to make trouble Corfe broke off and eyed Kevin uncertainly. I
assume you do know about that? . . .
Yes, I heard about it. Two months before, Jack Anastole had been found dead
in a hotel room in Seattle after a heart attack.
Corfe nodded and went on, The moment he s not around to make trouble any
more, suddenly it looks as if the whole thing might be about to become news
again. There s a piece in
Science this month that asks if all direct neural work in other words read
ours, here at Neurodyne ought to be put on hold until the risks have been
officially checked out.
Kevin felt genuine alarm for the first time. You mean us? Somebody could be
trying to get Dad shut down?
Just so. Corfe nodded his head slowly and gave Kevin a somber look. I think
the people behind it now are the same ones who tried it before because Eric
has cracked DNC and he s about to run rings around them. And what we ve seen
so
far is only on account of supposed concern over people who work at Neurodyne.
Imagine how much more attention it ll get when the world finds out that Ohira
wants to make it a public attraction.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hey, pull up, pull up! Watch that power line.
I see it, Taki. What s the matter, don t you trust me all of a sudden?
See all perfectly under control.
Oh God, he s going under!
Sometimes I think you pick up a bit of that neurosis from your sister.
There s a duck taking off. The noise has scared it. You ll never
Wheeeee!
. . . Never what, Taki?
Jeez! I don t care what you say balance sensors or not, I still feel sick.
Look at this tree coming up. Wow, it s like a mountain. This is way better
than Disney.
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Since they were too young to fly real airplanes, they had settled for the next
best thing and fitted one of Kevin s models with onboard controls to override
the radio-actuated system so that they could fly it as mecs. After some
initial setbacks and a bit of trial and error, the experiment seemed to be
working out just fine. And they didn t need cubic miles of space to contend
with all the restrictions and legalities that that would have entailed. The
inlet of water at the back of the house provided as much of a world as they
could have wanted.
Take it up higher so we can switch places. It s about time I had a turn,
Taki called via the intercom.
Okay. Let s follow the road and see what s going on around the neighborhood.
Boy, wait till Ohira sees this!
Inside the house, Vanessa came into the front hall carrying a box containing a
loaded slide carousel for her presentation at the neurophysiology seminar
being held that weekend in Seattle, and in her other hand, a brown leather
briefcase. She put the briefcase down beside the overnight suitcase, plastic
bag containing books and files, and hanging bag already piled by the door, and
the carousel box by the folders and several large envelopes stacked on the
hall table. Let s see, she said, checking over the items, change of clothes
for tonight, cosmetic bag, background files, journals . . .
notes!
I need my notes for the talk. She took the briefcase and went back to the den
just as Harriet came down the back stairs with Vanessa s coat and purse.
You did say the blue coat? Harriet checked as she paused on the bottom step
to let Vanessa pass.
Yes, that s the one. Vanessa slipped it on, took the purse, and went into
the den and over to the desk. Outside the doorway, Harriet s footsteps receded
to the front of the house.
Is this all? Shall I take these things out to the car? her voice called
distantly.
Yes, please, Vanessa called back as she sorted through papers. The stuff
other than the bags can go on the back seat. It isn t locked. Be careful with
the yellow box.
Notes, references, prints of slides. Better take the papers by Christie and
Rolands, too
. . . .
In the front hallway, Harriet picked up the suitcase and plastic carrier,
tried taking the loose folders as well, but they didn t feel very safe. So she
put everything down again and stuffed the folders into the carrier; and since
there was still room to spare, she slipped the envelopes in as well. Along
with them and not really noticing, she put into the carrier a folded black
plastic bag, secured with a rubber band, that had also been on the hall table,
and which Vanessa hadn t noticed either. That felt better. She picked up the
items again, found that she could now manage the hanging bag as well, and
hauled all of them out through the front door.
A harsh roaring sound, rising in pitch to a whine and then falling again, made
her look up as she began crossing to where [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]