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COMPLETE," and Jose smiled and typed in "REMOVE BRAIN," cuing the production
lab below to take the sphere out of its clamps.
Then he remembered the Declaration.
It had still been on his board when he started the copying procedure.
It was now part of the robot's basic operating program.
Jose stared at the screen with a sinking feeling in his stomach. He had already
routed the end-of-program through to Production; the program was indelibly encoded
into the brain. He couldn't remove the Declaration.
The new brain was wasted.
So, Jose thought, was his job. He stared at the screen, feeling numb.




Chapter 1
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"All right, I'll biteтАФwhy do we have to take six packs? We could just leave the clothes in
the drawers and teleport clean outfits to us every morning."
" 'Tis not right to misuse our powers thus," Gwen said primly. " 'Twould be wrong of
us to set so poor an example for the childrenтАФand 'twould make us, too, slothful."
"And, Papa," said Magnus, "it doth take some effort. Wouldst thou wish to labor so,
when thou art but newly waked, every morn?"
"Frankly, I was planning to," Rod said, "and I'd rather do that than carry a pack
twenty miles. Still, your mother is rightтАФwe should save magic for the things we can't
do by ordinary means. Oh, I can see making the pots vibrate at a supersonic
frequency to shake off the dirt, because we didn't want to wash them." He swung about
to glare at Geoffrey. "Get that gleam out of your eye! It's bad enough watching you
clear the table by telekinesis!"
Geoffrey tried to glower, but he was feeling too ebullient, and had to make do with a
mischievous grin. " 'Tis far more fun, Papa, and faster too, though 'tis as much work.
Where is the harm in it?"
"It's like bragging," Rod explained. "You're showing offтАФand if a non-esper was
around to see it, it would make him furiously jealous. Of such things are witch-hunts
born."
"Then wherefore dost thou allow it, Papa?" Geoffrey asked.
"Because the non-espers aren't around, and it's good practice for youтАФyou're
each increasing the number of things you can lift at one time, every day."
"Let us hear some words of sympathy for the poor woman who must needs watch
thee, and catch the one-too-many thou dost ever let slip," Gwen reminded.
Cordelia flung her arms around her mother. "Ah, poor dame, who must ever ward
us from our own foolishness! Yet 'tis good of thee, Mama, to aid us in our play!"
"Aptly said." Gwen smiled, amused. "I thank thee, daughter." She looked up at Rod.
"Yet they have each proved their ability to whisk things to themselves by thought."
"I suppose they have," Rod sighed, "so there's no point in not packing the clothes.
But it always makes such turmoil at the last minute."
" 'Always'?" Magnus grinned wickedly. "When have we e're gone on holiday
aforetime, Papa?"
"Well, there was the trip up into RomanovтАж"
"To spy out an evil sorcerer, as it eventuated," Gwen reminded him.
"And there was that ocean cruise, where we were teaching you kids how to make a