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connected the leads from Jose's computer to the brain's read-only memory bank. It
was ready to receive its basic operating program.
The cue and response disappeared from the screen, leaving the next one in line:
SPECIFY ROUTE.
Jose typed in, "A = B =тАж"
"Equals." Those two little parallel lines made something twist inside him. He was
stunned by the intensity of his own reaction, by how much the idea of equality, to
which he had always been dedicated, could bother him, and all because Marcia had
started in on him again this morning, started in on him about whether or not the two of
them were really equal in their relationship, as they were supposed to be. And, of
course, once she had started, she wouldn't let go.
It had all begun when he had announced, "Breakfast is ready," as she came out of
the shower.
Marcia paused in the hallway, holding the towel tight around her, and gave him her
haughtiest look. "I can punch the right code into the autochef as well as you can,
Jose."
Jose looked up in surprise. "Of course you can. I just thought it would be nice toтАж"
"To make me feel as though I'm not doing my job? Women don't have to be the
cooks any more, you know."
"Of course I know! You're not my servant."
"But men aren't servants either, right?" Marcia said, with sarcasm.
Jose frowned. "Hey. Nobody's supposed to be anybody's servant, right?"
"Don't be ridiculous!" she snapped. "If the men don't do it, who will?"
 "We'll each do it for ourselves. Right?"
"Not right at all." She retorted. "How could it be?"
"Because if we each cook our own food, no one's serving anybody."
"Oh, so the high-and-mighty man can't stoop to doing the servile jobs?''
Jose was puzzled. "Does that mean I can't make breakfast for you now and then?"
Marcia reddened, snapped, "Don't be an ass!" and whirled away into the bedroom.
With a feeling of dread, Jose glanced at the calendar. "Beware the Ides," indeedтАж
He sighed and took a bite of toast. Somehow, it didn't taste very good.
He had just finished watching the quick-scan of the news on the screen, and was
punching in the stories he wanted in detail, when Marcia came storming out of the
bedroom, immaculately clad and coifed, calling, "The Declaration of Independence
says we're supposed to be equal, right?"
Jose spun to face her, totally taken aback. "WhatтАж HowтАж"
"The Declaration! And we can't really be equal as long as we're dependent on each
other. To be really equal, you have to be totally in-dependent. That's what the
Declaration is all about!"
Jose paled. "You don't really mean that!"
"Of course I do! You can let me make my own breakfast!" She bit into an English
muffin and made a face. "Besides, it's cold."
"All right, so I shouldn't have punched the autochef for you!" Jose stamped over to
the counter, jaw set, rolled up her breakfast and turned to stuff it into the disposal.
"Hey!" Marcia squawked. "Now what am I supposed to eat?"
Jose looked up in surprise. "Punch up a new one, of course! So it'll at least be hot!"
"I don't have time for that now! All because your silly masculine ego was wounded!"
"My silly masculine ego didn't have a damn thing to do with your not liking cold
muffins!"
"Did I say I didn't like it?"