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The lion shook his head. "Our little conspiracy is being uncovered."

"I was listening," said the midget, leaping up onto the lawn table. "I'm not surprised that Blumhaven's
finding things out, but I'm real curious about why he felt he had to come down here and tell you what he
knows."

The lion nodded. "A bit strange."

"At any rate, if he had any hard evidence, he would have used it. So he's still guessing."

"But not for long, I'd suppose. Is Adam still trying to penetrate E-Tech Security?"

"Yeah," said Nick. "I guess we'd better warn him that things are getting edgy. Tell him to back off a bit
... at least from E-Tech Security. But I don't want our efforts against the sunsetter to be hindered."

The lion scowled. "Adam could be in great dangerтАФ"

"We're all in great danger, Jerem, so it's almost an irrelevant point. Besides, in the last couple of weeks
we've been developing a closer understanding of the relationship between the sunsetter and Freebird.
Adam is convincedтАФand I'm beginning to agree with himтАФthat Freebird is protecting the sunsetter from
harm solely because that is the best method for a computer program of its nature to thwart its own
destruction by the sunsetter. By acting as the sunsetter's guardian angel, Freebird stays one step ahead of
it.

"We're also beginning to suspect that the sunsetter's primary reason for destroying all of those ancient
programs in the first place was to drive Freebird out into the open."

"Freebird is the sunsetter's actual prey?"

"It sure as hell is looking that way. There's a very strange relationship between these two programs. I
hate to anthropomorphize, but the more we learn about Freebird and the sunsetter, the more I feel that
we're dealing with a pair of ancient enemies, long at war with each other."

The lion gazed at a genetically altered peach tree near the corner of the house, its rainbow elephant
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leaves flopping in the soft winds. A faint smell of dead fish assailed him: the unique identifying brand of the
clan of Alexander, still worn by many of the Costeaus at this retreat in small odorant bags fastened to
their waist belts.

He turned back to Nick. "I suppose even if I ordered you and Adam to abstain from your efforts for a
while, it wouldn't do any good."

Nick grinned. "Hell, Jerem, we're computer hawks. Neither rain nor sleet nor snow nor Paratwa will
keep us from our appointed rounds. But relaxтАФI'll tell Adam to be extra careful from here on out."