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Now
why
had
a
Reality
Change
which
had
had
virtually
no
physical
effect
on
the
Century
brought
a
new
drink
into
existence
?
Well
,
he
wasn
’
t
a
Computer
,
so
there
was
no
use
asking
himself
that
question
.
Besides
,
even
the
most
detailed
possible
Computations
could
never
eliminate
all
uncertainty
,
all
random
effects
.
If
that
weren
’
t
so
,
there
would
be
no
need
for
Observers
.
They
were
alone
together
in
the
house
,
Noys
and
himself
.
Mekkanos
were
at
the
height
of
their
popularity
these
two
decades
past
and
would
remain
so
for
nearly
a
decade
more
in
this
Reality
,
so
there
were
no
human
servants
about
.
Of
course
,
with
the
female
of
the
species
as
economically
independent
as
the
male
,
and
able
to
attain
motherhood
,
if
she
so
wished
,
without
the
necessities
of
physical
childbearing
,
there
could
be
nothing
"
improper
"
in
their
being
together
alone
in
the
eyes
of
the
482nd
,
at
least
.
Yet
Harlan
felt
compromised
.
The
girl
was
stretched
out
on
her
elbow
on
a
sofa
opposite
.
Its
patterned
covering
sank
beneath
her
as
though
avid
to
embrace
her
.
She
had
kicked
off
the
transparent
shoes
she
had
been
wearing
and
her
toes
curled
and
uncurled
within
the
flexible
foamite
,
like
the
soft
paws
of
a
luxuriant
cat
.
She
shook
her
head
and
whatever
it
was
that
had
kept
her
hair
arranged
upward
away
from
her
ears
in
intricate
intertwinings
was
suddenly
loosened
.
The
hair
tumbled
about
her
neck
and
her
bare
shoulders
became
more
creamily
lovely
at
the
contrast
with
the
black
of
the
hair
.
She
murmured
,
"
How
old
are
you
?
"
That
he
certainly
should
not
have
answered
.
It
was
a
personal
question
and
the
answer
was
none
of
her
business
.
What
he
should
have
said
at
that
point
with
polite
firmness
was
:
May
I
be
left
to
my
work
?
Instead
what
he
heard
himself
saying
was
,
"
Thirty
-
two
years
.
"
He
meant
physioyears
,
of
course
.
She
said
,
"
I
’
m
younger
than
you
.
I
’
m
twenty
-
seven
.
But
I
suppose
I
won
’
t
always
look
younger
than
you
.
I
suppose
you
’
ll
be
like
this
when
I
’
m
an
old
woman
.
What
made
you
decide
to
be
thirty
-
two
?
Can
you
change
if
you
wish
?
Wouldn
’
t
you
want
to
be
younger
?
"
