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. The Holmes IV."
The guide let his professional smile slip and looked at me with the natural
contempt of a Loonie for an earthworm. "You've been misinformed. True, it used
to be that way, but you're over fifty years out of date. Today we are modernized
and decentralized."
"Young man, are you trying to contradict the Britannica?"
"I'm telling you the simple truth. Now let's move on and-"
"What became of that giant computer? Since it's no longer used. Or so you
say."
"Huh? Look behind you. See that door? It's behind that door."
"Come, then let's see it! That's what I paid to see." "Not on your bloody
drum and fife. It's an historical antique, a symbol of our great history. You
want to look at it, you go to the Chancellor of Galileo U. and show your
credentials. He'll send you packing! Nan then let's all move along to the next
gallery-"
Hazel did not move on with us, but (following instructions) I always had
something ahead to point to and to ask a silly question about, whenever our
guide seemed about to have a free moment to look around. But when, at long last,
we had made the full circle and were back at the lounge. Hazel was there ahead
of us.
I kept quiet until we were out of the Complex and waiting at the tube
station. There I moved us out of earshot of others before I spoke. "How did it
go?"
"No trouble. The lock on that door was a type I've dealt with before
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