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Show surety, is well into the future. But the software we've sifted through and selected for sorting and indexing, for taking over the Governor-thou seest?-the auxiliary memory up here has already become ours. We have patched into it mechanically. 'Tis something we've been working on since thy father was alive, Dr'Anya." Then he led them over to a small table around which were arranged three armchairs. "See ye," he went on, after they'd all seated themselves, "the first order of business was to break the security code. 'Tis where our spy came in." He smiled. "Our Brown Mole is a mathematical genius of sorts whom my good father discovered in one of his classes some twenty-odd TwelveMonths ago. He began work soon afterwards, deciphering the code, hidden there among the folk in the BauerNetwork, for he was of the Manager class. And we up here worked on the mechanical aspects of the takeover-assembly equipment and selecting routines for straightening the devilish mess out to something workable, for see ye, if we were of a sudden granted access and had no program wherewith to find our way around that bloated memory, the whole thing would be for naught. We must needs act swiftly as soon as the door opens." He pointed to a large terminal across the room. "First we worked with the Dooley there. Thy father himself," he said to Dr'Anya, "smuggled in parts for the Dooley on the last trip he took to the EarthSolarSystem. Then we worked on the routines. Erica helped at first, then my three oldest boys- the twins, Jeremy and Jonathan, and Bruce. Then I bethought myself of defense, for the Provincials were ever a devilish worry, and also 'twas possible there would be trouble after the Network dissolved from the Exalted Board with challenges to duels and such like " His voice 250 |
