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.I updated Carlos, and the only thing he could suggest was to keepgroping till something broke.We could always cancel of course tell Haugen itwas hopeless.But it wasn t yet, and it wasn t what Haugen wanted to hear.Itwasn t good PR, either.Giving up on cases buys bad word of mouth, and mightget to be a habit.My muse took over then, freewheeling.I could, I said, leak some hints intothe Web, things that Scheele would pick up as worrisome but no one else wouldnotice.The trick would be to make them convincing, which could be hard to do,knowing no more than I did.Or I might float Harford s name; I d have to checkwith him.Or phone Scheele, tell him what had happened to Ballenger and good old Billythe night before, hinting they d talked about him when they thought I wasunconscious.Carlos took it all in, then leaned back. Martti, he said speaking Spanish,something we often do for the practice, I want you to be careful.Whatever hedid to Harford and the women, he did without anyone knowing.Maybe he can do it to you, too. Now there was a thought. Maybe if he did, I answered, I d get a clue on howhe did it. None of the others did. None of the others were looking for one, or had any idea what had happened tothem.And maybe I can start wearing a transponder.How s that for an idea? It seemed to me that was the solution right there.With a transponder, all Ineeded was to get Scheele to do to me whatever it was he did to the others.Iwent down the hall and asked Skip if he could fit me with one.He said sure,but he and Sakata were both on a rush project for Torres.I told him the nextmorning would be fine.I took compensatory time the rest of the afternoon, and went to Wu s for myfirst Choi Li Fut workout inPage 183 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlmore than a week.I don t go often enough to maintain the flexibility Ishould, but enough to keep me dangerous.Harve that s Harvey Wu had long since quit bawling me out about it, says I mnot a fighter at heart.He said maybe I should switch to Aikido, but I didn tfeel like learning a new style from scratch.Meanwhile, doing the forms relaxes me, a different relaxation than the deeptiredness I get from a Nautilus workout.After an hour and a half, I went home and took a nap on the recliner, wakingup when Tuuli came in.TalkingFinnish for the practice, I told her about my discussion with Carlos, and thathe was afraid Scheele would zap me like he d done the others.She wasn t asworried as Carlos had been, but she pointed out that the memories might beugly.Then she said something else. You know, it doesn t have to be two separatetime lines.He may just duplicate people make two of them.Like what do theycall them in plants? Clones? That s it.Maybe he makes clones.And when one of them dies, its soul snapsback into the other.That could explain the headache. I opened my mouth to object, to ask how in the world anyone could do thatwithout the original knowing.But the words died in my throat, because cloningsounded less extreme than splitting time lines in a way that memories couldtransfer back.Cloned! That had to be it.Or could be it.Maybe.Something hadhappened.After we went to bed, I lay there thinking.Suppose Scheele did clone me insome undetectable way.It seemed to me I could handle it.And with atransponder, we d have him by the short and curlies.13He d been held up in traffic.An accident on Cahuenga Pass had blocked a laneon the southbound 101 Freeway, and he d missed his first chance.Now, though,he stood behind his tripod, peering into the back of what looked like anancient videocam, large and cumbersome.Briefly he d pretended to shootfootage up and down BeverlyBoulevard, occasionally panning on passersby, most of whom paid little or noattention.But he hadn t actually shot any of them, just pretended to.What he was really interested in was across the street in Morey s Kosher Deli.Ferguson had gone over to check, and from the door had given him the highsign: Seppanen was inside eating breakfast.One of the important parts of this work was to research your subject, learnhis or her schedule, to the extent they had one.Another was to have areliable assistant.At last Ferguson came out, which meant that Seppanen had headed for the cashregister.Scheele was so excited, he could taste it.The duplicator was ready,aimed and focused on the open door.With his right hand on the trigger and hisleft on the locking control, he stood in the mental posture of a leopardwaiting to pounce.Through the finder he could see someone moving toward the door.Seppanenstepped into the focus field, and in a single quick movement Scheele locked onhim, framing him, clearing the field of everything else, then pressed thetrigger switch.His target turned ninety degrees and started east down thesidewalk, the locked field holding on him.Scheele pressed the trigger twicemore.I ve got him!He rejoiced inwardly.I ve got the sonofabitch! Three of him!Page 184 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlIt was all he could do not to dance on the sidewalk.14The rest of the story can be confusing, so I ll tell it from one viewpoint ata time, starting with one that woke up strapped to a gurney, in a smallconcrete cell with no window.I was naked, which meant I d been stripped,because I knew from Harford s experience that clothes get cloned along withthe wearer.Apparently they d stripped me for the psychological effect:without clothes you feel more powerless, vulnerable.Being strapped to a gurney does that pretty well by itself, in threateningsituations.I felt lousy: headache, queazy stomach, and an overall, unpleasant squirmyfeeling.It seemed to me if someone let me loose, I wouldn t be able to standup without help.Something held my head down, medical or duct tape I supposed;about all I could move was my eyes, and all I could see besides walls andceiling was a small glass ball in a ceiling recess, that had to be part of asurveillance system.I knew right away what had happened, and told myself I should have arrangedfor a transponder a day earlier [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I updated Carlos, and the only thing he could suggest was to keepgroping till something broke.We could always cancel of course tell Haugen itwas hopeless.But it wasn t yet, and it wasn t what Haugen wanted to hear.Itwasn t good PR, either.Giving up on cases buys bad word of mouth, and mightget to be a habit.My muse took over then, freewheeling.I could, I said, leak some hints intothe Web, things that Scheele would pick up as worrisome but no one else wouldnotice.The trick would be to make them convincing, which could be hard to do,knowing no more than I did.Or I might float Harford s name; I d have to checkwith him.Or phone Scheele, tell him what had happened to Ballenger and good old Billythe night before, hinting they d talked about him when they thought I wasunconscious.Carlos took it all in, then leaned back. Martti, he said speaking Spanish,something we often do for the practice, I want you to be careful.Whatever hedid to Harford and the women, he did without anyone knowing.Maybe he can do it to you, too. Now there was a thought. Maybe if he did, I answered, I d get a clue on howhe did it. None of the others did. None of the others were looking for one, or had any idea what had happened tothem.And maybe I can start wearing a transponder.How s that for an idea? It seemed to me that was the solution right there.With a transponder, all Ineeded was to get Scheele to do to me whatever it was he did to the others.Iwent down the hall and asked Skip if he could fit me with one.He said sure,but he and Sakata were both on a rush project for Torres.I told him the nextmorning would be fine.I took compensatory time the rest of the afternoon, and went to Wu s for myfirst Choi Li Fut workout inPage 183 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlmore than a week.I don t go often enough to maintain the flexibility Ishould, but enough to keep me dangerous.Harve that s Harvey Wu had long since quit bawling me out about it, says I mnot a fighter at heart.He said maybe I should switch to Aikido, but I didn tfeel like learning a new style from scratch.Meanwhile, doing the forms relaxes me, a different relaxation than the deeptiredness I get from a Nautilus workout.After an hour and a half, I went home and took a nap on the recliner, wakingup when Tuuli came in.TalkingFinnish for the practice, I told her about my discussion with Carlos, and thathe was afraid Scheele would zap me like he d done the others.She wasn t asworried as Carlos had been, but she pointed out that the memories might beugly.Then she said something else. You know, it doesn t have to be two separatetime lines.He may just duplicate people make two of them.Like what do theycall them in plants? Clones? That s it.Maybe he makes clones.And when one of them dies, its soul snapsback into the other.That could explain the headache. I opened my mouth to object, to ask how in the world anyone could do thatwithout the original knowing.But the words died in my throat, because cloningsounded less extreme than splitting time lines in a way that memories couldtransfer back.Cloned! That had to be it.Or could be it.Maybe.Something hadhappened.After we went to bed, I lay there thinking.Suppose Scheele did clone me insome undetectable way.It seemed to me I could handle it.And with atransponder, we d have him by the short and curlies.13He d been held up in traffic.An accident on Cahuenga Pass had blocked a laneon the southbound 101 Freeway, and he d missed his first chance.Now, though,he stood behind his tripod, peering into the back of what looked like anancient videocam, large and cumbersome.Briefly he d pretended to shootfootage up and down BeverlyBoulevard, occasionally panning on passersby, most of whom paid little or noattention.But he hadn t actually shot any of them, just pretended to.What he was really interested in was across the street in Morey s Kosher Deli.Ferguson had gone over to check, and from the door had given him the highsign: Seppanen was inside eating breakfast.One of the important parts of this work was to research your subject, learnhis or her schedule, to the extent they had one.Another was to have areliable assistant.At last Ferguson came out, which meant that Seppanen had headed for the cashregister.Scheele was so excited, he could taste it.The duplicator was ready,aimed and focused on the open door.With his right hand on the trigger and hisleft on the locking control, he stood in the mental posture of a leopardwaiting to pounce.Through the finder he could see someone moving toward the door.Seppanenstepped into the focus field, and in a single quick movement Scheele locked onhim, framing him, clearing the field of everything else, then pressed thetrigger switch.His target turned ninety degrees and started east down thesidewalk, the locked field holding on him.Scheele pressed the trigger twicemore.I ve got him!He rejoiced inwardly.I ve got the sonofabitch! Three of him!Page 184 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlIt was all he could do not to dance on the sidewalk.14The rest of the story can be confusing, so I ll tell it from one viewpoint ata time, starting with one that woke up strapped to a gurney, in a smallconcrete cell with no window.I was naked, which meant I d been stripped,because I knew from Harford s experience that clothes get cloned along withthe wearer.Apparently they d stripped me for the psychological effect:without clothes you feel more powerless, vulnerable.Being strapped to a gurney does that pretty well by itself, in threateningsituations.I felt lousy: headache, queazy stomach, and an overall, unpleasant squirmyfeeling.It seemed to me if someone let me loose, I wouldn t be able to standup without help.Something held my head down, medical or duct tape I supposed;about all I could move was my eyes, and all I could see besides walls andceiling was a small glass ball in a ceiling recess, that had to be part of asurveillance system.I knew right away what had happened, and told myself I should have arrangedfor a transponder a day earlier [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]