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went in and sat down trying fervently to look cool. "Four-spot"Чwithout turning to me yetЧ"exactly what is that thing up in the lead-box?" I cleared my throat; he has that effect on me. "I realizeЧ 10 1 mean obviously I am assigned to ozone. But I wasn't getting anywhereЧat least I couldn'tЧ It's very difficult to plan experiments that won't take longer than eight months and approximately two weeks." "Nonsense," he bluffed, swinging around to face me. "No one can predict your future with that kind of accu- racy." "Excuse me, sir, but Pokey can. It was the first thing I did when I took him over from Three. 1 put in a whole new med. eval. system. It's been testing for a year, ninety-eight percent accurate." He rubbed his eyes. His face is warped by lack of sleep, concentrating on the ELS problem, developing a new antigeriatrone that looks promising, except for a few un- acceptable side effects Never mind that. If you haven't been working on ozone, what is that gadget upstairs? What's it good for, other than mouse eradication?" He was going to hate this, so I said. it fast and all in one breath. "It's a time refractor. The test subject you saw had just taken a fast turn around 198L" Eddinger absorbed that, got very angry and spent thirty seconds putting a cork in it. "All that bustness you fed me about needing elbow room, working better unsupervisedЧ I knew I shouldn't have given in, but I did. And this is how you repay me? To waste precious months building a toy to go joynding?" "Number Three didn't think of it as a toy- She's the one who developed the technology," I told him. Number Three had been Eddinger's favorite; if anything could soften him up, it would be the cassette tape in the pocket of my lab 11 |
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