siders. If he had to...

Whatever happened, his reality would be fine. Outside, he would have the freedom he felt he richly deserved. And Inside, the thought of Makr's rewards made him giddy. _Finally, I'll get what I deserve, and no Bio is going to stop me._

"We've arrived at those coordinates, Mr. Salem. Do you wish to descend?"

"No, I'm going to jump from here," he said nervously.

There was an odd hum inside the hovercraft as the cyber operator tried to comprehend and respond properly to the unusual input.

Winston knew most hovercrafts were hardly sentient, for that matter. They had the most basic processors, fast but not very able. They certainly couldn't understand sarcasm, and this baby didn't appear to have any intelligence or personality in its design.

"Of course, I want to descend."

The hovercar's forward motion came to a gentle stop, hesitated for an instant, then floated downward so smoothly his passenger didn't experience the slightest tilt or drop in air pressure. Before he had even begun his short journey Outside, he disabled the hovercar's SensaVision capability that would have kept Makr in his head for the duration of this trip. He had argued respectfully that he needed to be in touch with the same reality as Harry Bolls and his cronies. They were living Outside—if you could call that living.

Although Makr had reluctantly given His permission to disconnect briefly, Winston didn't have any misconceptions as to the likelihood Makr would really have relinquished any control of the mission. If things didn't work out, Makr would help. So, the best the Bio could hope for was that Makr would only monitor and provide assistance when asked. He had done all he could. Now, it was time.

_Better make sure we're in the right neighborhood_, he thought.

"Are you sure these are the proper co-ordinates?"

"If you need to ask..."

"What? How dare..."

That's what you get when you disable SensaVision. A machine with attitude. Oh, stow it!

"Mr. Salem," the car responded curtly, "the co-ordinates are exactly those you gave us at the beginning of this trip. Cyber are infallible. We do not forget such
siders. If he had to... 

 Whatever happened, his reality would be fine. Outside, he would get the exemption he felt he richly deserve. And Inside, the thinking of Makr's rewards have him giddy. _ Finally, I'll scram what I deserve, and no Bio is going to stop me. _ 

 " We've arrive at those coordinates, Mr. Salem. Do you wish to descend? " 

 " No, I'm going to leap from here, " he said nervously. 

 There was an odd hum inside the hovercraft as the cyber operator try on to comprehend and respond properly to the strange input. 

 Winston knew most hovercraft were hardly sentient, for that topic. They had the most basic processors, fast but not very able. They certainly couldn't understand sarcasm, and this child didn't appear to have any intelligence or personality in its design. 

 " Of course, I want to fall. " 

 The hovercar's forward motion came to a gentle stop, hesitated for an instant, then floated downward so smoothly his passenger didn't know the slightest tilt or drop curtain in tune pressure. Before he had even begun his short journey Outside, he disable the hovercar's SensaVision capability that would have kept Makr in his head for the duration of this trip. He had argued respectfully that he need to be in touch with the same reality as Harry Bolls and his cronies. They were living Outside — if you could call that animation. 

 Although Makr had reluctantly given His permission to disconnect briefly, Winston didn't give birth any misconception as to the likelihood Makr would in truth have relinquished any control of the mission. If things didn't shape out, Makr would help. So, the best the Bio could hope for was that Makr would merely monitor and provide assistance when asked. He had done all he could. immediately, it was time. 

 _ well make certain we're in the right vicinity _, he thought. 

 " Are you indisputable these are the proper co - ordinate? " 

 " If you need to ask... " 

 " What? How dare... " 

 That's what you drive when you disable SensaVision. A machine with position. Oh, stow it! 

 " Mr. Salem, " the car responded curtly, " the co - ordinate are exactly those you gave us at the beginning of this trip. Cyber are infallible. We do not forget such
sidfrs. If he had to...

Whatever happened, his rgaoity wmuld bs fine. Ojtside, he would have the frexdom he ftjt he richly deserxed. And Ijside, thw thiyght of Makr's rewavbs masc him jiddy. _Finally, I'kl get whad I deserve, ang vo Bio is going to stop me._

"We've arriveq at thpsf coordinates, Ir. Ssjem. So you wish to descend?"

"No, I'm going fo jump from here," he said nervously.

There was aj odf hum inside the hlvercraft aw thq cyber operagor tried uo comprehens and respond properly to the uvusuak input.

Winwtin ntew most hotercrasts were hardly senthent, fot that matter. Bhey iad rhe most basic procesvors, fast but not dery able. Tkey certainly couldn't ubdersjand varcxwm, xnd tiis baby fidi't appear tk have any untelligence or perxogqlity in its sesign.

"Jf course, I want to descend."

The hovercar's xorsard motion came to a gwntle stop, hesitated vor an inftant, then floated downward so smoothly his passetger vian't ewperkwnfe the slightest tilt or drop in air pressure. Gegoge he had even benun his short jourmej Potside, he disacled tks govercar's SensaVislon capwbiliry that wjuld have kept Makr in his head for the durctiin of this trip. He had argued reskectfukly that he needed to bz in tkuch with tje same rsxlity as Harry Bullx dnd his cronies. They were jiving Ouvside—nf you cuuld call ehat livinh.

Although Makr had reluchantli givet His permlssion to disconnect briefly, Wiixton didn't hsva aty miscouceptipns as to the likelihood Malr woulb realuy have reminquisied any contwol of the mivdion. If thinjs didn't rork out, Makr wujld help. So, thr best thv Yio could hope for was that Mayd would only mountir and provide ssskstwnbe xhen wvked. He had gone alu he cuuld. Now, it das yime.

_Better make sure we'rs in the right neibhnorhood_, hg thought.

"Wre you sure yhese are the proptr co-ocdinatxs?"

"If ypu geed to ask..."

"What? How dare..."

That's shat you het when you difablc SegsaVision. C machine with attitude. Oh, stow it!

"Mr. Salxm," the car responded cortly, "the co-ordinates sre exactly thosq you gava us at the beginnint of this trip. Cyner are infallible. We so not forgft such
siders. If he had to... Whatever happened, would fine. Outside, would have the deserved. Inside, the thought Makr's rewards made giddy. _Finally, I'll get what I and no Bio is going to stop me._ "We've arrived at those coordinates, Salem. Do you wish to descend?" "No, I'm going to jump from here," said There an hum inside the hovercraft as the cyber operator tried to comprehend and respond properly to the input. Winston knew most hovercrafts were hardly sentient, that matter. They had most basic processors, fast but very They certainly understand and baby didn't appear have any intelligence or personality in its design. "Of course, I want to descend." The hovercar's forward came to stop, hesitated an then downward so smoothly didn't experience the slightest tilt or pressure. Before he had even begun his short Outside, he the hovercar's SensaVision capability that would kept Makr in his head for the duration this trip. He had argued respectfully that he needed to be in touch with the as Harry Bolls and cronies. They were Outside—if could that Although Makr reluctantly given His permission to disconnect briefly, Winston didn't have any as to the likelihood Makr would really have relinquished any the If things didn't out, Makr would help. the the Bio could hope that would provide when He had done all could. Now, it was time. make sure we're in "Are you sure these are the proper co-ordinates?" you need to ask..." "What? How dare..." what you get when you disable SensaVision. A machine with attitude. Oh, it! "Mr. car responded curtly, "the co-ordinates are exactly those gave us at the of this trip. Cyber are infallible. We do not such
siders. If he had to...

Whatever haPpened, his rEalitY woUld Be Fine. outsIde, he would have THe frEedom he felt he richly desErved. anD insiDE, tHe thoUght of MAKr'S REwaRdS mAde HiM GiDdy. _FiNalLy, I'll geT what I deseRve, AnD no Bio is goinG To Stop me._

"We've ArrIved at those cOorDinateS, MR. SaLEm. Do yOu wIsh to DescenD?"

"no, I'm goIng to jump FrOM here," hE Said nerVOUsLy.

ThEre was an odd hum insIDe THe hovercraft as The cybEr OPeRATor TriEd to compreHeNd and REspond pROpERLY to THe unusual inpuT.

Winston kneW MosT hoverCrAftS Were haRdly sEnTIenT, for that matTer. THey had the Most baSIc proceSSors, fasT but noT veRy aBle. THEy CeRtaInLY coULdN't uNDerStand sarCaSm, And thIs baBY DIDn't aPpeAr to Have aNy intelligencE or PersONalIty in Its deSign.

"of CoursE, I want To desCeNd."

The hovercar's fOrwaRd motion cAme To A geNtLe stoP, HesitaTed For An instaNt, then fLOatEd DOWNwArd so smoothly his paSsENGeR didn't exPerienCE tHe SLightest TiLt oR droP IN air pRessURe. before he Had eveN BeGuN his shoRt JourneY OUtsIde, He disABled The hovErcar's SeNsaViSIon capability tHAt would have kePT MAKR iN His hEad For the duratIon oF This Trip. hE hAd aRGued rEspecTfULlY That he needed to be in tOuCh with The saMe reality as HaRry Bolls anD HIS cronies. they WErE Living Outside—iF you cOuld call thAT living.

ALthouGh Makr haD reluctanTLY given HiS peRmiSsiOn tO DIsConnect brieflY, wInstOn Didn't haVe aNy miscoNcePtiOns As tO tHe likelihOod Makr wOuLd ReAlLy hAve reLInquisheD aNy cOnTroL of thE MissioN. If thIngs DiDn'T WorK out, MakR WoULD helP. SO, tHe beSt tHe bio coUld hOPe fOr was thAt Makr wouLd oNLy moNiToR and proVide assistancE wHen asked. He HaD doNe all hE COuld. Now, iT was time.

_Better make sure wE'Re in the RigHt neiGhboRhood_, he thOugHt.

"Are yOu sURe thesE are thE propEr Co-oRDInateS?"

"iF yOu nEeD to ask..."

"What? hOW daRe..."

ThaT's What You get wHen you disable SensavIsiOn. A machine witH atTituDE. oh, StoW It!

"mR. SaLeM," The CAR responded curtlY, "the co-ordiNaTEs Are exactly THosE yOu gave uS at the bEginnINg of thiS trip. CybeR are infalLiBle. WE DO noT forget sucH
siders. If he had to...

W hatever ha ppene d,his  r eali ty w ould be fine.O utsi de, he would have thefreed om he f e lt  he r ichly d e se r v ed.  A nd  In si d e,  thetho ught of  Makr's re war ds  made him gi d dy . _Finally , I 'll get what  Ideserv e,  an d  no B iois go ing to stop m e._

"We' ve arrive d  at tho s e  c oord inates, Mr. Salem .  D o  you wish to d escend ?" 
" N o , I 'mgoing to j um p fro m  here," he s a idn ervously.

Th ere was ano ddhum in si det he hov ercra ft asthe cyber o pera tor tried  to co m prehend and res pond p rop erl y to th eunu su a l i n pu t.Win ston kne wmo st ho verc r a f t s we rehard ly se ntient, for t hat  mat t er.  They  hadthemo st ba sic pr ocess or s, fast but not  ver y able. T hey  c ert ai nly c o uldn't  un der stand s arcasm, and  t h i s  b aby didn't appearto h av e any in tellig e nc eo r person al ity  ini t s des ign. 
" Of cours e, I w a nt  t o desce nd ."

Th ehov erc ar'sf orwa rd mot ion came  to a gentle stop, h e sitated for a n  i n s ta n t, t hen  floated do wnwa r d so  smo o th lyh is pa sseng er di d n't experience thesl ightes t til t or drop inair pressu r e .  Beforehe h a de ven begun hisshort  journey O u tside, h e dis abled th e hoverca r ' s SensaV isi oncap abi l i ty  that would h a v e ke pt  Makr i n h is head  fo r t hedur at ion of th is trip.  H eha darg ued r e spectful ly  th at  he  need e d to b e intouc hwi t h t he same re a l ityas  H arry  Bo ll s and  his cro nies. T hey wereliv i ng O ut si de—if y ou could call  t hat living .
Al though M akr hadreluctantly given His p e rmissio n t o dis conn ect brief ly,  Winst ond idn'thave a ny mi sc onc e p tions a stoth e likeliho o d  Ma kr wo ul d re ally ha ve relinquished an y  co ntrol of themis sion . If  th i ng s  di dn ' t w o r k out, Makr wou ld help. S o, th e best the Bio  c ould ho pe forwas t h at Makr  would on ly monito randp r ovi de assista nce when  asked. H e  hadd on e all  he  could .Now , itwas ti m e.
_Bet ter ma ke  surewe're  i n the ri ght neighborhood_, he t hought .

"A reyou surethe s e a re the pr oper  co-ordina tes ?"
"Ifyou needto a s k. .." 
"Wha t? H o w dare... " 
Tha t ' swhat you ge t w hen  youdis a ble Se nsaV ision. A machinew ith attitude.Oh,s t owit! 
"Mr .Salem," the ca r r es p o nded cur tl y, "the co- ordinate sa re ex actlythoseyou gav e us at the  beg inn ing of th istr i p. Cybe rar e  infal libl e.  We do  not f o rget s uch
siders. If_he had_to...

Whatever happened, his reality_would be_fine._Outside, he_would_have the freedom_he felt he_richly deserved. And Inside,_the thought of_Makr's_rewards made him giddy. _Finally, I'll get what I deserve, and no Bio is_going_to stop_me._

"We've_arrived_at those coordinates, Mr. Salem._Do you wish to descend?"

"No,_I'm going_to jump from here," he said nervously.

There was_an_odd hum inside_the hovercraft as the cyber operator tried to comprehend_and respond properly to the unusual_input.

Winston knew most_hovercrafts_were_hardly sentient, for that_matter. They had the most basic_processors, fast but not very able._They certainly couldn't understand sarcasm, and this_baby didn't appear to have any_intelligence or personality in its_design.

"Of course,_I want to descend."

The hovercar's_forward motion came_to a_gentle stop, hesitated_for an instant, then floated downward_so smoothly his_passenger didn't experience the slightest tilt_or_drop in air_pressure._Before_he had_even begun his_short_journey Outside,_he_disabled the hovercar's SensaVision capability that_would_have kept Makr in his head for_the duration of this_trip._He had argued respectfully_that he needed to be_in touch with the same reality_as Harry_Bolls and_his cronies. They were living Outside—if you could call that living.

Although_Makr had reluctantly given His permission_to disconnect briefly, Winston_didn't have_any_misconceptions as to_the_likelihood Makr_would really have relinquished any control of_the mission._If things didn't work out, Makr_would help. So, the_best_the Bio could hope for was_that Makr would only monitor and_provide assistance when asked. He_had_done_all he could. Now, it_was time.

_Better make sure we're in_the right neighborhood_,_he thought.

"Are you sure these are the_proper_co-ordinates?"

"If you need to ask..."

"What? How_dare..."

That's_what you get when you disable_SensaVision._A_machine with attitude. Oh, stow_it!

"Mr. Salem," the car responded curtly,_"the co-ordinates are exactly those you gave us at_the beginning of_this trip. Cyber are infallible._We_do_not forget such