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I can see how it would be; a stated interval between the Esaron Sector lines, to simplify transposition control settings." "That was what I was thinking. It's not quite as simple as Dr. Nentrov expressed it, but that could be the general idea. We might be able to work out the location of the base line from that.
Then he saw that the psychist, Nentrov Dard, was drinking straight 150-proof palm-rum. "Well, tell me the worst," he said. "Our boy's memory-obliterated," Nentrov Dard said, draining his glass and filling it again. "And he's plastered with pseudo-memories a foot thick. It'll be five or six ten-days before we can get all that stuff peeled off and get him unblocked.
After calling Zulthran Torv, the mathematician in charge of the Computer Office and giving him the Esaron time-line designations and Nentrov Dard's ideas about them, he spent about an hour briefing Kostran Galth on the role he was to play. Finally, he undressed and went to bed on a couch in the rest room behind the office. It was noon when he woke.
Simplified down to kindergarten level, say the difference between A and B is, maybe, one-decillionth of the difference between X and A, and the difference between B and C is one-decillionth of the difference between X and B, and so on " A voice came out of one of the communication boxes: "Dr. Nentrov; the patient's out of the drug, and he's beginning to stir about."
Nentrov suggested each of the intervals between the designations is a very minute but very exact fraction of the difference between lesser designation and the base-line designation." "You have the base-line designation?" Vall demanded. "Oh, yes. That's what I was telling you. We worked that out from the designations you gave me." He recited it. "All the designations you gave me are "
"And if they've decided to suspend activities on the Kholghoor Sector, too " He began drawing a big blue and black spider in the middle of the pad. Nentrov Dard crushed out his cigar, drank his rum, and got to his feet. "Well, good night, Chief; Vall. If you decide to wake me up before 1000, send somebody you want to get rid of in a hurry." He walked around the deck and out the side door.