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." That's enough.
Pixel moved a little. It's been nice to have both feet for a few days.
"Richar'?"
"Yes, beloved?"
"Gretchen's baby. You his fame'."
"Huh?"
"She tol' me, mon's ago."
"I don't understand."
"Par'dox."
I started to question her about it; she was asleep again. The compress I
had placed on her wound was seeping. But I didn't have anything more, so I
didn't touch it.
Won't see Aunt Belden this trip. Too bad.
What happened to my files? Still in my other foot?
Hey! Tomorrow is the day "we're all dead" ifTolliver isn't.
The first hour went by with no incident whatever. Mannie worked steadily,
changed arms once, started filling boxes. Gretchen and Ezra carried them to the
car, passed them in, resumed their posts between trips. Most of this seemed to
be programs that Mannie was bleeding off into his own cubes, using equipment he
had fetched. I could not see. Then he started filling boxes more quickly,
loading them with cylinders. Adam Selene's memories? I don't know. Maybe I
watched too much.
Mannie straightened up, said, "Does it! Done!" I heard an answering,
"Blert!"
And they hit us.
I was down at once, lower leg gone. I saw Mannie fall. I heard Hazel shout,
"Bronson! Get him aboard! Henderson, Davidson-those last two boxes!" I missed
the next, as I was firing. The whole east wall was open; I traversed it with my
heater at full power
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