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"
Do
you
think
I
would
take
unilateral
action
in
a
case
like
this
?
I
reported
this
whole
incident
to
the
Council
,
timing
it
with
the
Reality
Change
.
Here
!
Here
are
the
duplicates
.
"
"
Hold
on
,
don
’
t
move
.
"
But
Finge
disregarded
that
order
.
With
a
speed
as
from
the
spur
of
a
possessing
fiend
Finge
was
at
his
files
.
The
finger
of
one
hand
located
the
code
combination
of
the
record
he
wanted
,
the
fingers
of
the
other
punched
it
into
the
file
.
A
silvery
tongue
of
tape
slithered
out
of
the
desk
,
its
pattern
of
dots
just
visible
to
the
naked
eye
.
"
Do
you
want
it
sounded
?
"
asked
Finge
,
and
without
waiting
threaded
it
into
the
sounder
.
Harlan
listened
,
frozen
.
It
was
clear
enough
.
Finge
had
reported
in
full
.
He
had
detailed
every
motion
of
Harlan
’
s
in
the
kettle
shafts
.
He
hadn
’
t
missed
one
that
Harlan
could
remember
up
to
the
point
of
making
the
report
.
Finge
shouted
when
the
report
was
done
,
"
Now
,
then
,
go
to
the
Council
.
I
’
ve
put
no
block
in
Time
.
I
wouldn
’
t
know
how
.
And
don
’
t
think
they
’
re
unconcerned
about
the
matter
.
You
said
I
spoke
to
Twissell
yesterday
.
You
’
re
right
.
But
I
didn
’
t
call
him
;
he
called
me
.
So
go
;
ask
Twissell
.
Tell
them
what
an
important
Technician
you
are
.
And
if
you
want
to
shoot
me
first
;
shoot
and
to
Time
with
you
.
"
Harlan
could
not
miss
the
actual
exultation
in
the
Computer
’
s
voice
.
At
that
moment
he
obviously
felt
enough
the
victor
to
believe
that
even
a
neuronic
whipping
would
leave
him
on
the
profit
side
of
the
ledger
.
Why
?
Was
the
breaking
of
Harlan
so
dear
to
his
heart
?
Was
his
jealousy
over
Noys
so
all
-
consuming
a
passion
?
Harlan
did
scarcely
more
than
formulate
the
questions
in
his
mind
,
and
then
the
whole
matter
,
Finge
and
all
,
seemed
suddenly
meaningless
to
him
.
He
pocketed
his
weapon
,
whirled
out
the
door
,
and
toward
the
nearest
kettle
shaft
.
