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. Three hundred and fifty thousand." "Professor, I
wouldn't have it as a door prize. I was simply making a point."
"Better take an option, at least; you'll need it for the boff opening when
they shoot this as a stereoseries."
"No publicity. That's one of the conditions imposed on me. If I do it."
"No publicity until after. Then there has to be publicity; it must wind up
in the history books. Mannie, tell 'em why you have never published your memoirs
of the Revolution."
Mr. Davis answered, "Mike sleeping. Not have people bother him. Nyet."
Uncle Jock said, "Manuel, you have an unpublished autobiography?"
My stepfather-in-law nodded. "Necessary. Prof dead, Wyoming dead, Mike dead
maybe. Am only witness true story of Loonie Revolution. Lies, lots of lies, by
cobbers not there." He scratched his chin with his left hand, the one I knew to
be artificial. Or so I heard. This hand looked just like his right hand. A
transplant? "Stored with Mike before out to Asteroids. We rescue Mike-then
publish maybe." Davis looked at me. "Want to hear how I met my daughter Hazel?"
"Yes indeed!" I answered, and Sterling strongly agreed.
"Was Monday thirteen May, 2075, in L-City. Talk-talk in Stilyagi Hall, how
to fight Warden. Not revolution, just sad stupid talk-talk, unhappy people.
Skinny little girl sat on floor down front. Orange hair, no breasts
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