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"Its primarily some sort of hormonal imbalance as well as an environmentally conditioned thalamic/personality response." All right. Well elope then, and get a place of our own. It won’t be hard when anyone sees what Ash can do. And we won’t have to have good land. She left it at that, giving him plenty of time to think over all the implications. He gave in. Grudgingly, angrily. But he gave in. Youve made a good copy, he said. The tridiorama is amazingly like the real thing.” Not that theres ever been anything sisterly-brotherly between us, but I have a hundred clues. The most obvious, that shes always been around, one way or another, in a sneaky way even before she came to me with her books and that Nefertiti tip of her head. I remember a breezy kid not much younger than myself in a tree outside my window, blue jeans, red shirt, sticking out her tongue at me, and I happy that the gesture was one I could return. Now and again I remember a furious voice from some other part of the house screeching for her to "Get down, my God, get down." I remember an eye, brown, lustrous, like a little mouse nose waiting at the crack in the door, sometimes during my bath. I even remember the knob turning and the door opening to make that crack. Later a decision was made, out of a sense of obligation or out of resentment, and she, or someone else, decided and she came to me, I cannot say with happiness. I think I was happier before, and then, with five o'clock drama, everything might have seemed complete to me. No, it wasn't happiness and she knew it. I ceased to listen, partly because I was already sold, partly because I had heard the story of slow glass many times before and had never yet understood the principles involved. An acquaintance with scientific training had once tried to be helpful by telling me to visualise a pane of slow glass as a hologram which did not need coherent light from a laser for the reconstitution of its visual information, and in which every photon of ordinary light passed through a spiral tunnel coiled outside the radius of capture of each atom in the glass. This gem of, to me, incomprehensibility not only told me nothing, it convinced me once again that a mind as non-technical as mine should concern itself less with causes than effects. Amz: Amazing Stories I got up on to the window-sill and helped her after me. I looked down towards the courtyard far below. I clung to the sill. Please dont think, he said anxiously, that sex is our only weapon. Expose is almost as good. Ever see the job Ed Murrow did on the late sainted Joe McCarthy? That was milk and water compared with the profiles we’re planning inWashington Confidential. Beg pardon, dear. TEST Idiot Robot Baby Chimp Man with prosthetic aids. Rest assured, sir, that Carpenter and Quincannon, Professional Detective Services, is the soul of discretion in all matters. Who are the new writers? Which magazines are most interesting? What are the new concepts and foci of interest? How do they relate to current work in other fields of writing? To current thinking in science and philosophy? To world events? S-f is speculative writing, after all, as significant for its statements (and its questions) as for its means of expression. He did not answer directly.Nan, do you think Ive completely failed to fit into thus life? Once I asked Alegra when shed first heard of golden, and she came back with this horror story. A lot were coming back from Tiber-44 cluster with psychic shock— the mental condition of golden is pretty delicate, and sometimes very minor conflicts nearly ruin them. Anyway, the government that was sponsoring the importation of micro-micro surgical equipment from some tiny planet in that galaxy, to protect its interests, hired Alegra, age eight, as a psychiatric therapist. "Id concretise their fantasies and make them work 'em through. In just a couple of hours I'd have 'em back to their old, mean, stupid selves again. Some of them were pretty nice when they came to me." But there was a lot of work for her; projective telepaths are rare. So they started withholding her drug to force her to work harder, then rewarding her with increased dosage. "Up till then," she told me, "I might have kicked it. But when I came away, they had me on double what I used to take. They pushed me past the point where withdrawal would be fatal. But Icould have kicked it, up till then, Vyme." That's right. Age eight. Go on, hissed Kenebuck. Go on, big mouth.” But it takes considerable genius to come up with a Universal Law of Gravity for sheer, inanimate mass. What it takes to discover the equivalent for intelligent entities… the human race hasnt achieved as yet! Not even once has an individual reached that level! Wouldnt the Insur have been enough for you? he asked her. I brought the talons down another ten feet so that the spider hung between us. "Well, I happen to be very handy with a waldo, Poloscki." Have you ever covered private parts with a sopping bib? (Alan Watts selection in LSD was the source for #8.)* * * *.
