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Why
do
you
cry
out
so
?
Are
you
going
to
condemn
me
?
You
cannot
know
what
it
means
to
hold
a
little
atom
of
your
own
life
in
your
arms
.
I
may
have
a
Computaplex
for
nerves
and
spatio
-
temporal
charts
for
a
bloodstream
,
but
I
do
know
.
I
let
it
live
.
I
committed
that
crime
,
too
.
I
put
it
in
the
charge
of
an
appropriate
organization
and
returned
when
I
could
(
in
strict
temporal
sequence
,
held
even
with
physiotime
)
to
make
necessary
payments
and
to
watch
the
boy
grow
.
Two
years
went
by
that
way
.
Periodically
,
I
checked
the
boy
’
s
LifePlot
(
I
was
used
to
breaking
that
particular
rule
,
by
now
)
and
was
pleased
to
find
that
there
were
no
signs
of
deleterious
effects
on
the
then
-
current
Reality
at
probability
levels
over
0
.
0001
.
The
boy
learned
to
walk
and
mispronounced
a
few
words
.
He
was
not
taught
to
call
me
"
daddy
.
"
Whatever
speculations
the
Timed
people
of
the
child
-
care
institution
might
have
made
concerning
me
I
don
’
t
know
.
They
took
their
money
and
said
nothing
.
Then
,
when
the
two
years
had
passed
,
the
necessities
of
a
Change
that
included
the
575th
at
one
wing
was
brought
up
before
the
Allwhen
Council
.
I
,
having
been
lately
promoted
to
Assistant
Computer
,
was
placed
in
charge
.
It
was
the
first
Change
ever
left
to
my
sole
supervision
.
I
was
proud
,
of
course
,
but
also
apprehensive
.
My
son
was
an
intruder
in
the
Reality
.
He
could
scarcely
be
expected
to
have
analogues
.
Thought
of
his
passage
into
nonexistence
saddened
me
.
I
worked
at
the
Change
and
I
flatter
myself
even
yet
that
I
did
a
flawless
job
.
My
first
one
.
But
I
succumbed
to
a
temptation
.
I
succumbed
to
it
all
the
more
easily
because
it
was
becoming
an
old
story
now
for
me
.
I
was
a
hardened
criminal
,
a
habituй
of
crime
.
I
worked
out
a
new
Life
-
Plot
for
my
son
under
the
new
Reality
,
certain
of
what
I
would
find
.
But
then
for
twenty
-
four
hours
,
without
eating
or
sleeping
,
I
sat
in
my
office
,
striving
with
the
completed
Life
-
Plot
,
tearing
at
it
in
a
despairing
effort
to
find
an
error
.
There
was
no
error
.
The
next
day
,
holding
back
my
solution
to
the
Change
,
I
worked
out
a
spatio
-
temporal
chart
,
using
rough
methods
of
approximation
(
after
all
,
the
Reality
was
not
to
last
long
)
and
entered
Time
at
a
point
more
than
thirty
years
upwhen
from
the
birth
of
my
child
.
