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Great. Let us know when the tennis thing* there is done.

*Not sure what it's called.

Fine by me. So, why do we need to get even with you?

That argument has been discussed and discounted at length. Unless you can find at least a theoretical basis for computing--at least simple computers--on the scale of a hundred atoms or so, please don't rely on the "It's the FUTURE!" argument.

Mos arrived swiftly, as he always endeavored to. He was very tall and rather skinny, wearing a trenchcoat of the kind usually used to conceal the fact that one was wearing armor, synthleather gloves, and a hat pulled down over his ears. He sat down.

"I've heard that I was requested for some kind of job, a smash-and-grab in a little downtown Fuchi lab. Simple. My first question for you is what the first in your heads should have been..." He leaned backwards in his chair. "'What's the catch?'"

"Oh. Well, it didn't have the naughty pictures on it anymore. It just had some stuff with a weirdly-dressed lady talking to a robot."
Is it sad that that's not the weirdest thing that I've heard this week?

Check inside the chest.

Shop for spearheads.

Swear like a sailor. Lay out books and electronics to dry.
"Anyone who takes these will have to answer to me, got that?"
Look for a place to put dead bodies where they won't stink up or attract animals to the beach, until such time as we can give them a proper burial.

"Oh, I understand. Give me the phone anyways." Nuriel seems to be getting slightly taller and redder.
Hey, I just hit my head really hard! Cut me some slack!