“All right. Frauenzimmer, we have specs with us for a sim we’d like constructed. Here.” He held out a sealed envelope. “Go over this. We’ll wait.” Opening the envelope, Maury studied its contents. “Can you do it?” McRae asked, presently. Raising his head, Maury said, “These specifications are for a der Alte.” “Correct.” McRae nodded. Then that’s it, Maury realized. That’s the piece of Ge knowledge; I’m now a Ge. It’s happened in an instant. I’m on the inside. Too bad Chic left; poor goddam Chic, what bad timing, bad luck, on his part. If he had stayed five minutes longer . . . “It’s been true
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