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"Not until you give me my information! The real information!" Xris clamped his metal hand over Wiedermann's collar, bow tie and all, and twisted. The tie crumpled into a wad. Wiedermann tilted his head back; his Adam's apple bobbed up over Xris's fingers.
"That is the information," Wiedermann croaked, remaining calm. "Read it, if you don't believe me. Frankly, I didn't believe it myself. But when you think about it--"
Xris let loose, shoved Wiedermann backward. The cyborg remained standing a moment longer, glaring, deciding what to do. Slowly, he relapsed back into his chair and, grudgingly, picked up the data, including the photograph. He looked at it again.
Dalin Rowan had been two meters tall, with dark hair, slender build, brown eyes, and a wide and infectious smile. Above all, Dalin Rowan had been a he.
The picture Xris held was of a she.
Most definitely--a she.
"You have to admit," Wiedermann said in admiration, "it's the ultimate disguise."
CHAPTER 6
On ne ne$ pae femme: on le devient. One is not born a woman: one becomes one.
Simone de Beauvoir, Le deuxieme sexe
"lid arlene Mohini." Wiedermann had run off his own copy of the data in the file, was reading aloud. "Thirty-six. Unmarried. No children." Xris snorted.
"She has a very neat little history. All completely phony, of course. Employment record, college transcript
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