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of many who wanted me dead.)

"Maybe you'll recognize this," the man said, pressing his
hand against the peephole. Through the lens, it was hard to make
out, but there was the distinctive green rubber and the TYRELL
MODEL SIX stamping.

I paused. My location was known; although I loathe social
calls and smalltalk, I had better pander. I opened the door.

He was there. I SHOULD have recognized him from before, as
he was one of the four clients I had before dropping out of the
biotech business to pursue dinner. He had on the same
LOLLAPALOOZA '92 t-shirt (albeit a bit worn), some 501 blue
jeans, and Reebok Pumps.

"Tyrell dude! I heard you were in town, and figured I'd
stop by," N.M. said, opening his arms for a hug.

I stood still. "What do you want, N.M.?"

"Nosty to you," N.M. replied, taking back the hug. "Oh, not
much. Figured I'd hang loose and chill with my buddyboy doctor
type for awhile. Want a Pixie Stick?"

"If your hardware is damaged, I'll fix it, but then I need
you out of here," I said, pulling out my surgery kit.

"What, the sucker? Naw! It's working GREAT. I've gathered
so much stuff on the twentieth century. All stored perfectly.
I'm almost done, too. Just need the Bloom County cartoons,
bodice-rippers and the bits about the Information Superhighway."

"If it's not broken, leave. I have more important things to
do than deal with the Nostalgia Man," I said, urging him out the
door.

N.M. dropped his normally cheery expression. "Hey, *I* have
better things to do than deal with some half-crazed intelligence
addict. As much as I like social calls and as much as you hate
them, this is business."

"What business?"

"You're looking for someone," he said, wandering around the
hotel room, picking at things. I always hated that. He'd walk
around a room, pointing out the twentieth century influences in
this object or that. It gets on your nerves. "In the market for
the big fish this time, aren't you, Tyrell? Hey, check out the
ashtray. Early seventies Jack in the Box style."