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"Mmrrph. Major Sadie, my responsibilities and duties require a certain
latitude in interpreting the Code. Is this something I need to know?"
"In my opinion, yes."
"That's your official opinion?"
"Well, if you put it that way-"
"Never mind. Perhaps you had better tell me and let me be the judge."
"Yes, sir. On Saturday the fifth of July eleven years forward, 2188, THQ
will transfer to New Harbor on time line five. You will go along. All your
household, I think."
Uncle Jock nodded. "That is exactly the sort of loop-derived information
the Code is designed to suppress. Because it can so easily create positive
feedback and result in heterodyning and possible panic. But I can take it calmly
and make good use of it. Uh... may I ask why the move? As it seems unlikely that
I would go along-and surely not my household. This is a working farm, no matter
what it conceals."
I interrupted. "Uncle, I'm not bound by any silly code. Those West Coast
hotheads finally quit talking and seceded."
His eyebrows shot up. "No- Really? I didn't think they would ever get off
the pot."
"They did. May Day '88. By the day Hazel and I were here, Saturday July the
fifth, the Angeleno Phalanges had just captured Des Moines. Bombs were dropping
all around here. You may think-today-that you wouldn't pull out. But I know that
you were about to do so then; I was there
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