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He
dreamed
that
night
that
he
spoke
to
Twissell
about
the
matter
,
and
that
Twissell
,
the
ideal
Eternal
,
shared
his
horror
.
He
dreamed
of
a
broken
Finge
,
stripped
of
rank
.
He
dreamed
of
himself
with
the
yellow
Computer
’
s
insigne
,
instituting
a
new
regime
in
the
482nd
,
ordering
Finge
grandly
to
a
new
position
in
Maintenance
.
Twissell
sat
next
to
him
,
smiling
with
admiration
,
as
he
drew
up
a
new
organizational
chart
,
neat
,
orderly
,
consistent
,
and
asked
Noys
Lambent
to
distribute
copies
.
But
Noys
Lambent
was
nude
,
and
Harlan
woke
up
,
trembling
and
ashamed
.
He
met
the
girl
in
a
corridor
one
day
and
stood
aside
,
eyes
averted
,
to
let
her
pass
.
But
she
remained
standing
,
looking
at
him
,
until
he
had
to
look
up
and
meet
her
eyes
.
She
was
all
color
and
life
and
Harlan
was
conscious
of
a
faint
perfume
about
her
.
She
said
,
"
You
’
re
Technician
Harlan
,
aren
’
t
you
?
"
His
impulse
was
to
snub
her
,
to
force
his
way
past
,
but
,
after
all
,
he
told
himself
,
all
this
wasn
’
t
her
fault
.
Besides
,
to
move
past
her
now
would
mean
touching
her
.
So
he
nodded
briefly
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
I
’
m
told
you
’
re
quite
an
expert
on
our
Time
.
"
"
I
have
been
in
it
.
"
"
I
would
love
to
talk
to
you
about
it
someday
.
"
