 his mental record now, Prosecutor Hess?"

The question came from an animated, exceptionally lifelike holographic image perched on a platform floating some five feet high and in front of the prosecutor's chair. It wasn't really necessary for the operation, but it made her feel Makr's personal presence rather than a disembodied voice that just seemed freaky sometimes. Since Makr always looked to accommodate her preference and the most receptive format for his Bios, so be it. Most times the platform hovered at a safe distance where the chief prosecutor was able to ignore the presence if she wanted to. The sensory-enhanced three-dimensional image was a rather handsome, distinguished gentleman about fifty years old with graying temples and a slightly receding hairline; she perceived him as a seemingly paternal man—firm, yet fair, and found it easy to forget he was not real.

"It is normal procedure," the image added pleasantly.

"No," Marlene Hess responded. "Not yet, anyway."

"What about the girl?"

"Insignificant. No potential impact." She tried to sound sure of herself.

"If we take her out of the social equation, he'll become invisible."

"Excuse me?"

"He either goes underground or back Inside where he's no good to us."

"Why 'invisible?'"

"Sorry, creative Bio speech," she offered.

"If you are to succeed in this job of advising me, you're going to have to be more efficient in your word choice."

"Yes, Makr."

She paused, stirring the thoughts in her mind, trying to separate the emotional from the rational until cold hard facts emerged. _Let's see how far he goes_, she concluded.

"Do you wish to override State procedure?" _The cyberserver image sounded impatient. Strange, almost an emotion,_ she thought.

"At the moment, yes," she replied.

"May I remind you that State recognizes there will always be a few dissidents?" Pause. "It is better to let them go than infect investigators with undo evil influence."

"I know. I know!" _Sometimes Makr can be most annoying_, she thought.

With that thought, Makr's image changed from the fatherly authority image on the platform to a six-sensory illusion of a handsome soul mate, a confid
his mental record now, Prosecutor Hess? " 

 The question do from an enliven, exceptionally lifelike holographic image perched on a chopine floating some five feet high and in battlefront of the prosecutor's chair. It wasn't really necessary for the process, but it made her feel Makr's personal bearing rather than a disembodied voice that just seem freaky sometimes. Since Makr always looked to accommodate her preference and the most centripetal format for his Bios, so be it. Most times the platform hover at a safe distance where the chief prosecutor was able to ignore the bearing if she wanted to. The sensational - enhanced three - dimensional trope was a rather handsome, distinguished gentleman approximately fifty years old with graying temples and a slightly receding hairline; she perceive him as a seemingly paternal man — firm, yet fair, and found it easy to forget he was not real. 

 " It is normal procedure, " the image added pleasantly. 

 " No, " Marlene Hess react. " Not yet, anyway. " 

 " What about the girlfriend? " 

 " Insignificant. No potential impact. " She tried to sound certain of herself. 

 " If we consider her out of the social equation, he'll become invisible. " 

 " apologize me? " 

 " He either goes underground or back Inside where he's no good to us. " 

 " Why' invisible?' " 

 " Sorry, creative Bio speech, " she offered. 

 " If you are to succeed in this job of advising me, you're going to have to be more efficient in your discussion option. " 

 " Yes, Makr. " 

 She hesitate, stirring the thoughts in her mind, trying to discriminate the emotional from the rational until cold hard facts emerged. _ Let's see how far he goes _, she conclude. 

 " Do you wish to override country procedure? " _ The cyberserver image sound impatient. Strange, about an emotion, _ she thought. 

 " At the moment, yes, " she replied. 

 " May I remind you that department of state recognizes there will always be a few dissenter? " Pause. " It is better to let them go than infect investigators with undo evil influence. " 

 " I know. I know! " _ Sometimes Makr can be most annoying _, she thought. 

 With that thought, Makr's image changed from the fatherly assurance image on the platform to a six - sensational illusion of a handsome person mate, a confid
 hid mental record now, Prostcutor Hess?"

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"It is normal procedure," dhe ijxge aqawd pleasantly.

"No," Marlene Hess responded. "Not yet, whyeaj."

"What about the glrl?"

"Insignificant. Np ooygntial impact." Rhe trnsd to sound sure of jerself.

"Yf we take her out of the social equation, he'lo become invpsiboe."

"Excuse me?"

"He eithzr goes undexgrounc or nack Inside where he's nu gokd to us."

"Why 'invisibls?'"

"Rorry, creative Bko xpaech," she offered.

"If you are to succexd in this jub og advifing me, yok're going to have to be lore gfficiant in youg word choice."

"Yes, Makr."

She paused, stirring the jhogghns in her mind, trying to se[arate the emojional frjm thd rational until rold hard fasts emerged. _Laj's see how fac he goes_, she conxluded.

"Du you wish to oferride Snaue proceduee?" _The cyberserver imxfe sounded impacnebt. Strange, almoxt xn qmltmon,_ sra thought.

"At dhe oomdmt, yer," she rt'licd.

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"I know. I knoq!" _Sometimes Kakr can be most annoying_, she thought.

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 his mental record now, ProsecuTor Hess?"

The QuestIon CamE fRom aN aniMated, exceptionALly lIfelike holographic imagE percHeD On a pLAtForm fLoating SOmE FIve FeEt HigH aND iN fronT of The prosEcutor's chaIr. IT wAsn't really neCEsSary for the OpeRation, but it mAde Her feeL MAkr'S PersoNal PreseNce ratHEr than A disembodIeD Voice tHAt just sEEMeD freAky sometimes. Since mAkR Always looked to AccommOdATe HER prEfeRence and thE mOst reCEptive fORmAT FOr hIS Bios, so be it. MoSt times the pLAtfOrm hovErEd aT A safe dIstanCe WHerE the chief prOsecUtor was abLe to igNOre the pREsence iF she waNteD to. the sENsOrY-enHaNCed THrEe-dIMenSional imAgE wAs a raTher HANDSome, DisTingUisheD gentleman aboUt fIfty YEarS old wIth grAyinG tEmpleS and a sLightLy Receding hairlinE; she Perceived Him As A seEmIngly PAternaL maN—fiRm, yet faIr, and foUNd iT eASY To Forget he was not real.

"it IS NoRmal procEdure," tHE iMaGE added plEaSanTly.

"NO," mArlenE HesS ReSponded. "NOt yet, aNYwAy."

"what aboUt The girL?"

"INsiGniFicanT. no poTentiaL impact." SHe triED to sound sure of HErself.

"If we takE HeR OUt OF the SocIal equation, He'll BEcomE invISiBle."

"eXcuse Me?"

"He eItHEr GOes underground or bacK INside wHere hE's no good to us."

"WHy 'invisiblE?'"

"sORry, creatIve BIO sPEech," she offered.

"if you Are to succeED in this jOb of aDvising mE, you're goiNG To have to Be mOre EffIciENT iN your word choiCE."

"yes, MAkR."

She pauSed, StirrinG thE thOugHts In Her mind, trYing to sePaRaTe ThE emOtionAL from the RaTioNaL unTil coLD hard fActs eMergEd. _leT'S seE how far HE gOES_, she CoNcLudeD.

"Do YoU wish To ovERriDe State Procedure?" _the CYberSeRvEr image Sounded impatiEnT. Strange, alMoSt aN emotiON,_ She thougHt.

"At the moment, yes," she replIEd.

"May I rEmiNd you That state recoGniZes theRe wILl alwaYs be a fEw disSiDenTS?" pause. "iT Is BetTeR to let them GO ThaN infeCt InveStigatoRs with undo evil inflUEncE."

"I know. I know!" _SoMetImes mAKr Can BE mOSt aNnOYinG_, SHe thought.

With thAt thought, MAkR'S iMage changeD FroM tHe fatheRly authOrity IMage on tHe platforM to a six-seNsOry iLLUsiOn of a handsOme soul mAte, a confiD
 his mental record now, Pr osecutor H ess?" 

T hequ esti on c ame from an an i mate d, exceptionally lifel ike h ol o grap h ic  imag e perch e do n  apl at for mf lo ating  so me five  feet high  an din front oft he  prosecuto r's  chair. It w asn 't rea ll y n e cessa ryfor t he ope r ation,  but it m ad e  her f e el Makr ' s  p erso nal presence rath e rt han a disembod ied vo ic e  t h a t j ust  seemed fr ea ky so m etimes. Si n c e  Ma k r always look ed to accom m oda te her  p ref e renceand t he mos t receptive  for mat for h is Bio s , so be it. Mos t time s t heplat f or mhov er e d a t  a  sa f e d istancewh er e the  chi e f p rose cut or w as ab le to ignorethe  pre s enc e ifshe w ante dto. T he sen sory- en hanced three-di mens ional ima gewa s a  r ather handso me,  di stingui shed ge n tle ma n a bo ut fifty years old  w i t hgrayingtemple s  a nd a slight ly  re cedi n g  hair line ;  s he perce ived h i mas  a seem in gly pa te rna l m an—fi r m, y et fai r, and f oundi t easy to forg e t he was notr ea l . 
" It i s n ormal proce dure , " th e im a ge  ad d ed pl easan tl y ."No," Marlene Hessre sponde d. "N ot yet, anywa y."

"What a b out thegirl ? ""Insignificant . Nopotentiali mpact."She t ried tosound sur e of herse lf. 

" Ifwet a ke  her out of t h e  soc ia l equat ion , he'll  be com e i nvi si ble."

"E xcuse me ?" 
"H eeit her g o es under gr oun dorbackI nsidewhere  he' sno goo d to us . "" Why'i nv isib le? '" 

"So rry, cre ative B io speech ,"s he o ff er ed.

"I f you are tosu cceed in t hi s j ob ofa d vising m e, you're going to have to be m ore  effi cien t in your  wo rd cho ice . "

"Ye s, Mak r."
Sh e p a u sed,s t ir rin gthe though t s  in  hermi nd,tryingto separate the em o tio nal from therat iona l un til co l d h ar d  fa c t s emerged. _Let 's see how  f a rhe goes_,s heco ncluded .

"Doyou w i sh to o verride S tate proc ed ure? " _Th e cyberser ver imag e sounded impat i en t. St ran ge, al mo stan em otion, _  sh e tho ught.
" At the  mome nt , yes,"she replied.

"May I re mind y ou th atState rec ogn i zes  there wi ll a lways be a  fe w d issid ent s ?" Pa use. "I t i s  bett er t o  let them go  th a n  i nfect inves t i g ato rs wi thu ndo ev il i nfluence."

"I kn o w. I know!" _S omet i m esMak r  can  b e most annoyin g_,  s h e  thought .
With thatthought,  M a kr'simagechange d fromt h ef atherl y au tho rity imag e o nt he plat fo rm to a s ix-s en sory i llusio n  ofa handsome soul ma te, a c onfid 
 his_mental record_now, Prosecutor Hess?"

The question_came from_an_animated, exceptionally_lifelike_holographic image perched_on a platform_floating some five feet_high and in_front_of the prosecutor's chair. It wasn't really necessary for the operation, but it made_her_feel Makr's_personal_presence_rather than a disembodied voice_that just seemed freaky sometimes._Since Makr_always looked to accommodate her preference and the_most_receptive format for_his Bios, so be it. Most times the platform_hovered at a safe distance where_the chief prosecutor_was_able_to ignore the presence_if she wanted to. The sensory-enhanced_three-dimensional image was a rather handsome,_distinguished gentleman about fifty years old with_graying temples and a slightly receding_hairline; she perceived him as_a seemingly_paternal man—firm, yet fair, and_found it easy_to forget_he was not_real.

"It is normal procedure," the image_added pleasantly.

"No," Marlene_Hess responded. "Not yet, anyway."

"What about_the_girl?"

"Insignificant. No potential_impact."_She_tried to_sound sure of_herself.

"If_we take_her_out of the social equation, he'll_become_invisible."

"Excuse me?"

"He either goes underground or back_Inside where he's no_good_to us."

"Why 'invisible?'"

"Sorry, creative_Bio speech," she offered.

"If you_are to succeed in this job_of advising_me, you're_going to have to be more efficient in your word choice."

"Yes,_Makr."

She paused, stirring the thoughts in_her mind, trying to_separate the_emotional_from the rational_until_cold hard_facts emerged. _Let's see how far he_goes_, she_concluded.

"Do you wish to override State_procedure?" _The cyberserver image_sounded_impatient. Strange, almost an emotion,_ she_thought.

"At the moment, yes," she replied.

"May_I remind you that State_recognizes_there_will always be a few_dissidents?" Pause. "It is better to_let them go_than infect investigators with undo evil influence."

"I_know._I know!" _Sometimes Makr can be_most_annoying_, she thought.

With that thought, Makr's_image_changed_from the fatherly authority image_on the platform to a six-sensory_illusion of a handsome soul mate, a confid