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Bancroft
leaned
forward
on
the
rail
and
locked
gazes
with
me
.
"
Mr
.
Kovacs
,
I
am
three
hundred
and
fifty
-
seven
years
old
.
I
have
lived
through
a
corporate
war
,
the
subsequent
collapse
of
my
industrial
and
trading
interests
,
the
real
deaths
of
two
of
my
children
,
at
least
three
major
economic
crises
,
and
I
am
still
here
.
I
am
not
the
kind
of
man
to
take
my
own
life
,
and
even
if
I
were
,
I
would
not
have
bungled
it
in
this
fashion
.
If
it
had
been
my
intention
to
die
,
you
would
not
be
talking
to
me
now
.
Is
that
clear
?
"
I
looked
back
at
him
,
back
at
those
hard
dark
eyes
.
"
Yes
.
Very
clear
.
"
"
That
’
s
good
.
"
He
unpinned
his
stare
.
"
Shall
we
continue
?
"
"
Yes
.
The
police
.
They
don
’
t
like
you
very
much
,
do
they
?
"
Bancroft
smiled
without
much
humour
.
"
The
police
and
I
have
a
perspective
problem
.
"
"
Perspective
?
"
"
That
’
s
right
.
"
He
moved
along
the
balcony
.
"
Come
here
,
I
’
ll
show
you
what
I
mean
.
"
I
followed
him
along
the
rail
,
catching
the
telescope
with
my
arm
as
I
did
and
knocking
the
barrel
upright
.
The
download
shakes
were
beginning
to
demand
their
dues
.
The
telescope
’
s
positional
motor
whined
crabbily
and
returned
the
instrument
to
its
original
shallow
angle
.
Elevation
and
range
focus
ticked
over
on
the
ancient
digital
memory
display
.
I
paused
to
watch
the
thing
realign
itself
.
The
fingermarks
on
the
keypad
were
smudged
in
years
of
dust
.
Bancroft
had
either
not
noticed
my
ineptitude
or
was
being
polite
about
it
.
