 know some history, too. If I know kids, and I do, in the past, present or future kids your age always rebel against the common sense of the present." A sulking Harry looked up. "They blow off steam," his father maintained, "then re-join the establishment later."

"Son, for Makr's sake, please keep these ideas to yourself," he spoke sincerely. "I could lose my job and the authorities will take you away. You'll end up in a Makr virtual home and we'll never see each other again." The "virtual home" was home for children without parents; the guardians were a combination of specialized cyberts and holograms—holograms so the Bio children would still identify with humans.

His father's reference to _Makr_ made Harry thought-blink on automatic pilot, breaking the present illusion. Now Bio children were raised in "virtual homes" from birth—no exceptions.

Makr isn't Makr yet. Not for another ten years or more. The Matchmaker cyberserver hasn't evolved yet.

Ray's image dissolved...and a softened image that could only be his mother appeared and spoke warmly, "I love you," to her son. Please obey your father—and the authorities." As incomplete as Harry's memories of his mother and sister were, this _mother_ bore a striking resemblance to Harry's cybertherapist.

A somewhat distorted image of his sister, Jana, aged five, appeared next to her, whispered and blew him a kiss, "I need you to take care of me." Mother and sister dissolved.

"It is for the good of all that you keep your random, uncontrolled thoughts to yourself," his father warned. It is an odd thing for him to say, if he did actually say it and not Makr. "PerSoc holds great benefits for you. I don't care so much for me, but, please, don't put yourself and others at risk."

The image of his father flickered and it appeared Makr had won. Harry seemed pacified.

"Don't worry, I'll keep to the vids, Pop _,"...and my books_, young Harry thought. "Sorry I spouted off the way I did."

Subject closed, or so it seemed.

So as a teenager he'd kept his passion secret from his parents; he had kept to the "v
know some history, too. If I know kids, and I do, in the past, present or future kyd your old age always rebel against the common sense of the present. " A sulk Harry looked up. " They blow off steam, " his father wield, " then re - join the establishment subsequently. " 

 " Son, for Makr's sake, please keep these ideas to yourself, " he address sincerely. " I could lose my job and the agency will drive you away. You'll end up in a Makr virtual home and we'll never see each other again. " The " virtual home " was dwelling for children without parents; the guardians were a combination of specialized cyberts and holograms — hologram so the Bio children would still name with humans. 

 His church father's reference to _ Makr _ induce Harry thought - blink on automatic pilot, breaking the present delusion. Now Bio children were raised in " virtual homes " from birth — no exceptions. 

 Makr isn't Makr yet. Not for another ten years or more. The Matchmaker cyberserver hasn't evolved yet. 

 Ray's image dissolved... and a softened image that could only be his mother appeared and spoke heartily, " I sleep together you, " to her son. Please obey your father — and the authorities. " As incomplete as Harry's memory of his mother and sister were, this _ mother _ bore a striking resemblance to Harry's cybertherapist. 

 A slightly distorted image of his sister, Jana, aged five, appeared future to her, whispered and blew him a kiss, " I need you to take care of me. " Mother and sister dissolve. 

 " It is for the good of all that you keep your random, uncontrolled thoughts to yourself, " his father warned. It is an odd matter for him to state, if he did actually say it and not Makr. " PerSoc holds great benefits for you. I don't care so much for me, but, please, don't place yourself and others at risk. " 

 The image of his father flickered and it appear Makr had won. Harry appear pacified. 

 " Don't worry, I'll keep to the vids, dad _, "... and my books _, new Harry thought. " Sorry I spurt off the way I do. " 

 Subject closed, or so it seemed. 

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"It if for the good of wll that you kgep your xandom, uncontrolmed thonghts to youwself," his fatvgr warned. It ms an odd thibg fir him gu say, if he dic actuallj fay ut and not Makr. "PevSoc fklds great beneyntw for you. I don'y cxre sl kusv for me, but, plexse, con't out yourseln avd oyhers at risk."

The imace or his father flickrrcd and it appeareq Makr had wom. Harry seemed paclfied.

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Subject closed, or so it weemed.

So as a teenqger he'd kept his pcsxion secret from his paretts; he had kept to tye "v
know some history, too. If I know I in the present or future against common sense of present." A sulking looked up. "They blow off steam," father maintained, "then re-join the establishment later." "Son, for Makr's sake, please keep ideas to yourself," he spoke sincerely. "I could lose my job and the will you You'll up in a Makr virtual home and we'll never see each other again." The "virtual home" home for children without parents; the guardians were combination of specialized cyberts holograms—holograms so the Bio children still with humans. father's to made Harry thought-blink automatic pilot, breaking the present illusion. Now Bio children were raised in "virtual homes" from birth—no exceptions. isn't Makr for another years more. Matchmaker cyberserver hasn't Ray's image dissolved...and a softened image be his mother appeared and spoke warmly, "I you," to son. Please obey your father—and the As incomplete as Harry's memories of his mother sister were, this _mother_ bore a striking resemblance to Harry's cybertherapist. A somewhat distorted image sister, Jana, aged five, next to her, and him kiss, need you take care of me." Mother and sister dissolved. "It is for good of all that you keep your random, uncontrolled thoughts his warned. It is odd thing for him say, he did actually say not "PerSoc for I care so much for but, please, don't put yourself others at risk." The and it appeared Makr had won. Harry seemed "Don't worry, I'll keep to the vids, _,"...and my books_, young Harry thought. "Sorry I spouted off the way did." Subject so it seemed. So as a teenager he'd his passion secret from parents; he had kept to the "v
 know some history, too. If I know Kids, and I do, In the PasT, prEsEnt oR futUre kids your age ALwayS rebel against the common Sense Of THe prESeNt." A suLking HaRRy LOOkeD uP. "THey BlOW oFf steAm," hIs fatheR maintaineD, "thEn Re-join the estABlIshment latEr."

"SOn, for Makr's saKe, pLease kEeP thESe ideAs tO yourSelf," he SPoke siNcerely. "I cOuLD lose mY Job and tHE AuThorIties will take you aWAy. yOu'll end up in a MaKr virtUaL HoME And We'lL never see eAcH otheR Again." ThE "ViRTUAl hOMe" was home for cHildren withOUt pArents; ThE guARdians Were a CoMBinAtion of specIaliZed cybertS and hoLOgrams—hOLograms So the BIo cHilDren WOuLd StiLl IDenTIfY wiTH huMans.

His fAtHeR's refErenCE TO _makr_ MadE HarRy thoUght-blink on auTomAtic PIloT, breaKing tHe prEsEnt ilLusion. now BiO cHildren were raisEd in "Virtual hoMes" FrOm bIrTh—no eXCeptioNs.

MAkr Isn't MakR yet. Not FOr aNoTHER tEn years or more. The MaTcHMAkEr cybersErver hASn'T eVOlved yet.

raY's iMage DISsolvEd...anD A sOftened iMage thAT cOuLd only bE hIs mothEr AppEarEd and SPoke Warmly, "i love you," To her SOn. Please obey yoUR father—and the AUtHORiTIes." AS inComplete as HArry'S MemoRies OF hIs mOTher aNd sisTeR WeRE, this _mother_ bore a strIkIng resEmblaNce to Harry's cyBertherapiST.

a Somewhat DistORtED image of his sisTer, JaNa, aged five, APpeared nExt to Her, whispEred and blEW Him a kiss, "i neEd yOu tO taKE CaRe of me." Mother aND SistEr DissolvEd.

"IT is for tHe gOod Of aLl tHaT you keep yOur randoM, uNcOnTrOllEd thoUGhts to yoUrSelF," hIs fAther WArned. IT is an Odd tHiNg FOr hIm to say, IF hE DId acTuAlLy saY it AnD not MAkr. "PERSoC holds gReat benefIts FOr yoU. I DoN't care sO much for me, but, PlEase, don't puT yOurSelf anD OThers at rIsk."

The image of his father fLIckered And It appEareD Makr had wOn. HArry seEmeD PacifiEd.

"Don't Worry, i'lL keEP To the VIDs, pop _,"...AnD my books_, yoUNG HaRry thOuGht. "SOrry I spOuted off the way I did."

sUbjEct closed, or so It sEemeD.

sO aS a tEEnAGer He'D KepT HIs passion secret From his parEnTS; hE had kept to THe "v
 know some history, too. I f I know k ids,and  Ido , in  the  past, present or f uture kids your age al waysre b el a g ai nst t he comm o ns e nse  o fthe  p r es ent."  Asulking  Harry loo ked  u p. "They blo w  o ff steam,"  hi s father mai nta ined,"t hen re-jo inthe e stabli s hmentlater."
"S o n, for Makr'ss a ke , pl ease keep these i d ea s  to yourself,"  he sp ok e  s i n cer ely . "I could  l ose m y  job an d  t h e aut h orities willtake you aw a y.You'll  e ndu p in a  Makr  v i rtu al home and  we' ll neversee ea c h other again."  The " vir tua l ho m e"  w asho m e f o rchi l dre n withou tpa rents ; th e g u ardi ans  wer e a c ombination of  sp ecia l ize d cyb ertsandho logra ms—hol ogram sso the Bio chil dren  would st ill  i den ti fy wi t h huma ns. 

H is fath er's re f ere nc e t o_Makr_ made Harryth o u gh t-blinkon aut o ma ti c  pilot,br eak ingt h e pre sent il lusion.Now Bi o  c hi ldren w er e rais ed  in  "v irtua l  hom es" fr om birth —no e x ceptions.

Mak r  isn't Makr y e t. N ot forano ther ten ye arso r mo re.T he  Ma t chmak er cy be r se r ver hasn't evolvedye t.

Ra y's i mage dissolve d...and as o f tened im aget ha t  could only be  hismother app e ared and  spok e warmly , "I love y ou," toher  so n.Ple a s eobey your fat h e r—an dthe aut hor ities."  As  in com ple te  as Harry 's memor ie sof  h ismothe r  and sis te r w er e,this_ mother _ bor e ast ri k ing  resemb l an c e  toHa rr y'scyb er thera pist . 

A  somewh at distor ted imag eof  his si ster, Jana, a ge d five, ap pe are d next t o her, w hispered and blew him a kiss, " I n eed y ou t o take ca reof me. " M o ther a nd sis ter d is sol v e d.

" I t  i s f or  the goodo f  al l tha tyoukeep yo ur random, uncontr o lle d thoughts to  yo urse l f ,"  hi s  f a the rw arn e d . It is an oddthing forhi m  t o say, ifh e d id  actual ly sayit an d  not Ma kr. "PerS oc holdsgr eatb e nef its for yo u. I don 't care s o  much fo r me,  bu t, ple as e,don't  put y o urs elf a nd oth er s at r isk." 
The imag e of his father flicker ed and  it a ppe ared Makr  ha d  wo n. Harryseem ed pacifie d.
"D on'twor r y, I' ll k e ep  to the v ids, Pop _,".. . an d m y bo oks_, young H a rry  thou ght .  "Sorr y Ispouted off the w a y I did."

Sub ject c los ed, or s oit seemed.

So  as  a t eenagerhe 'd kept his  passion  s e cretfrom h is par ents; h e ha d  keptto t he"v
 know_some history,_too. If I know_kids, and_I_do, in_the_past, present or_future kids your_age always rebel against_the common sense_of_the present." A sulking Harry looked up. "They blow off steam," his father maintained,_"then_re-join the_establishment_later."

"Son,_for Makr's sake, please keep_these ideas to yourself," he_spoke sincerely._"I could lose my job and the authorities_will_take you away._You'll end up in a Makr virtual home and_we'll never see each other again."_The "virtual home"_was_home_for children without parents;_the guardians were a combination of_specialized cyberts and holograms—holograms so the_Bio children would still identify with humans.

His_father's reference to _Makr_ made Harry_thought-blink on automatic pilot, breaking_the present_illusion. Now Bio children were_raised in "virtual_homes" from_birth—no exceptions.

Makr isn't_Makr yet. Not for another ten_years or more._The Matchmaker cyberserver hasn't evolved yet.

Ray's_image_dissolved...and a softened_image_that_could only_be his mother_appeared_and spoke_warmly,_"I love you," to her son._Please_obey your father—and the authorities." As incomplete_as Harry's memories of_his_mother and sister were,_this _mother_ bore a striking_resemblance to Harry's cybertherapist.

A somewhat distorted_image of_his sister,_Jana, aged five, appeared next to her, whispered and blew him_a kiss, "I need you to_take care of me."_Mother and_sister_dissolved.

"It is for_the_good of_all that you keep your random, uncontrolled_thoughts to_yourself," his father warned. It is_an odd thing for_him_to say, if he did actually_say it and not Makr. "PerSoc_holds great benefits for you._I_don't_care so much for me,_but, please, don't put yourself and_others at risk."

The_image of his father flickered and it_appeared_Makr had won. Harry seemed pacified.

"Don't_worry,_I'll keep to the vids, Pop__,"...and_my_books_, young Harry thought. "Sorry_I spouted off the way I_did."

Subject closed, or so it seemed.

So as a teenager_he'd kept his_passion secret from his parents;_he_had_kept to the "v