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Show After Brandon told his superiors what he knew about the alleged Revolution, how long Phrapp suspected it had been in the planning stage, and his own fears of a massive takeover of the memory, he sat back and prepared himself to drop the next bomb. He took a deep breath, then said, "And so, Your Graces, we must needs categorize and hardcopy everything. . . !" "What!" chorused the three Managers. "But seest you," explained Brandon quickly, "we have not so much as an inkling as to what is in there! Problems arise, as problems will, and- what say you?-we pray the Governor make a swift decision and zzzztttt! 'tis done on the instant." At this Phrapp raised his eyebrows. "Marry, but if the memory be tampered with, so please your Graces, the next decision...." He left the unthinkable possibility in the air. "But Isaac's God in Heaven," said Jensen. "The memory is full enormous! " "Here now, tarry a bit," said Andrus, holding up a hand. "There be mayhap a fair quantity of duplications in there. What say ye we eliminate the duplications..." • " . . . a nd inconsistencies..." said Ivan. " . . . a nd contradictions..-" said Jensen. " . . . t h en we could, mayhap, turn it all out in hardcopy b y . . . " Brandon was lookng at the three expectantly. "...by TwelveMonth next this day!" finished Andrus triumphantly- Phrapp, who was unwrapping a package of peppermints, smiled to himself. "That soon, Your Graces?" he said. "Be ye sure, indeed?" Brandon looked at Phrapp and Ivan wildly. "By TwelveMonth next!" 195 |
