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. Or maybe you should check to make sure no one's stolen your car."
The stranger smiled to indicate he understood completely. Leaving the vicinity of the computer, he strode nonchalantly over to the window and peered out through the grime to the street below.
Once the stranger's back was turned, Bosk accessed a file rifled "Classical Literature through the Ages"--guaranteed to be a snorer. Opening that, he selected the choice: "Idylls of the King." The computer responded by demanding a retina scan. Bosk moved his face closer to the screen, flinched as the scanning beam swiftly crossed his eyeball ten thousand times.
The word "verified" appeared on the screen, followed by a display that did not appear to be, on first glance, classical literature.
"All right," Bosk said after several minutes had elapsed, silent minutes punctuated by the clicking sounds of the Adonian's fingers on the keyboard and muted voice commands to the computer's audio interpreter.
He gestured at the screen. "There it is. Negative Waves. I've brought up the outline of the initial concept, plus the preliminary diagrams of what the weapon should look like when it's completed. I figure that should be enough to convince you that what I've got is the real thing."
The stranger left the window. Hands clasped behind his back, he strode over to the computer. He bent down to see the screen, leaning over Bosk, who had remained seated
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