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He
met
Twissell
almost
at
once
.
He
found
himself
happy
to
see
that
little
body
,
topped
by
that
lined
and
gnomelike
face
.
He
was
even
happy
to
see
the
white
cylinder
nestling
smokily
between
two
stained
fingers
and
being
lifted
rapidly
toward
Twissell
’
s
lips
.
Harlan
said
,
"
Computer
.
"
Twissell
,
emerging
from
his
office
,
looked
for
a
moment
unseeingly
and
unrecognizingly
at
Harlan
.
His
face
was
haggard
and
his
eyes
squinted
with
weariness
.
He
said
,
"
Ah
,
Technician
Harlan
.
You
are
done
with
your
work
in
the
482nd
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
Twissell
’
s
comment
was
strange
.
He
looked
at
his
watch
,
which
,
like
any
watch
in
Eternity
,
was
geared
to
physiotime
,
giving
the
day
number
as
well
as
the
time
of
day
,
and
said
,
"
On
the
nose
,
my
boy
,
on
the
nose
.
Wonderful
.
Wonderful
.
"
Harlan
felt
his
heart
give
a
small
bound
.
When
he
had
last
seen
Twissell
he
would
not
have
been
able
to
make
sense
of
that
remark
.
Now
he
thought
he
did
.
Twissell
was
tired
,
or
he
would
not
have
spoken
so
close
to
the
core
of
things
,
perhaps
.
Or
the
Computer
might
have
felt
the
remark
to
be
so
cryptic
as
to
feel
safe
despite
its
closeness
to
the
core
.
Harlan
said
,
speaking
ascasually
as
he
could
to
avoid
letting
it
seem
that
his
remark
had
any
connection
at
all
with
what
Twissell
had
just
said
,
"
How
’
s
my
Cub
?
"
"
Fine
,
fine
,
"
said
Twissell
,
with
only
half
his
mind
,
apparently
,
on
his
words
.
He
took
a
quick
puff
at
the
shortening
tube
of
tobacco
,
indulged
in
a
quick
nod
of
dismissal
,
and
hurried
off
.
Item
Three
:
the
Cub
.
