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. "Pixel, am I your
people?"
He stopped washing long enough to say emphatically, "Blert!"
"All right, it's a deal. Recruit pay and allowances. Medical benefits.
Every second Wednesday afternoon off, subject to good behavior. Jane Libby,
what's this about Schrodinger? How did he get in here? Tell him Pixel is
bespoke."
"Schrodinger isn't here; he's been dead for a double dozen centuries. He
was one of that group of ancient German natural philosophers who were so
brilliantly wrong about everything they studied-Schrodinger and Einstein and
Heisenberg and- Or were these philosophers in your universe? I know they were
not in all parts of the omniverse, but parallel history is not my strong point."
She smiled apologetically. "I guess number theory is the only thing I'm really
good at. But I'm a fair cook."
"How are your back rubs?"
"I'm the best back rubber in Boondock!"
"You're wasting your time. Jay Ell," Deety put in. "Hazel still walks him
on a leash."
"But, Aunt Deety, I wasn't trying to bed him."
"You weren't? Then quit wasting his time. Back away and let me at him.
Richard, are you susceptible to married women? We're all married."
"Uh- Fifth Amendment!"
"I understood you but they've never heard of it in Boondock. These German
mathematicians- Not in your world?"
"Let's see if we're speaking of the same ones
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