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hadn't been totally honest. She had been partly right about it. Except for the handful of high opera singers
kept by the old Met, the Kirov, and the Royal Opera, most of us had to use our abilities in a scattering of
fields--from rezads to the occasional art song gigs to teaching. And the teaching positions got fewer and
fewer every year. I was lucky to have gotten even a solid adjunct position at UDenv. But it did allow me
to keep singing... and making beautiful music.

I smiled and said, "The next excerpt is from Mozart's Haffner Symphony. He wrote this symphony in less
than two weeks in 1782, yet some scholars think that it is technically one of his best..."

As I activated the databloc, I couldn't help thinking that Mozart hadn't had it all that bad. He didn't have
to have his compositions tweaked electronically for cheap emotional effects. Also, he'd only had to
please one patron.

Chapter 3 Chiang



I stepped into the Department foyer off the underground garage. Like everything in DPS, the foyer was
done in muted gray and forest-green. Smelled like pine, roses, with an overtone of oil. I released the hold
on the gate-keeper, could feel the rush of data pouring into me, then the priority override.

Lieutenant Chiang! Captain Cannizaro wants you soon as you're on duty.

Even on link, I recognized Sarao's voice and back-linked. On my way.

I took the ramps briskly, didn't run. Stopped running through the Department years ago. Didn't seem to
matter. Street's the only place to run, and only there if you've frigged up bad.

Never open your links to your work until you're there. You do, and you work all the time. Learned that
one the hard way a long time back. One day, linked into main ops, and caught an allpers alert. That was
the beginning of the Tularo Trouble. Before I could unlink, Cannizaro caught me on-net, called me in.
When I got back home a week later, Catalya was gone with the twins. Might have been better if I'd been
like Ahmed. He spent a month in rehab. Family clustered all around, worrying. Me, I came home tired to
empty rooms.

Catalya had gone back to Porlan, left a note. Said when I wanted to give up the Department she'd be
there.

VRed her, and we had talked. She wouldn't budge. I don't like ultimatums. Never did. Figured that if I
gave in on that, I'd be giving in on anything. VRed the twins every night till they grew up and went off on
their own. Estafen's still in Porlan, but Erek moved back to the east coast. Still VR them, more like once
a week, now. Think they're beginning to understand, but you never know.

After that, Cannizaro insisted I go trendside. She'd just made lieutenant, then, insisted she needed
someone like me. Guess she was right. I made sergeant along the way, then lieutenant four years ago,
when she took over the Department, and I got her old job.

Someone had to put the trends together, study all the facets, try to figure out what was going to happen
before it became too big. That lesson, we learned from Tularo. In Denv, that was me. Lieutenant Eugene
Tang Chiang.