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"They're giving you a very hard time, aren't they, son?" Taber considered the question as he downed a healthy belt from the glass. "I guess you could call it that. I'm getting pretty unpopular in some places. As a matter of fact, I've wondered why you stick by me." Entman poured himself a drink. "That hurts me a little, son." "I'm sorry. It's getting so I don't even know how to treat a friend."
He placed him in the recording unit gave him the young lady's picture, and told him to let his mind dwell on her to the exclusion of all else." Doctor Entman smiled briefly. "This, I imagine, wasn't difficult for the lad to do.
Entman raised his glass in salute. "I'm afraid this sentimental chit-chat doesn't become either of us. Let's go back to our friend from the Herald Tribune. You're sure he photographed the data?" "I think we can depend on it." "When I got your call, I acted as fast as I could. The data looks authentic, I'm sure, but it was a quick job of fiction.
All this, however, could turn out to mean nothing because he didn't know how to crack a safe. He would have to report failure after being so close. "As I said," Entman prattled on happily, "when I was at Johns Hopkins I " The desk phone rang. Entman picked it up, answered it and then hung up. "Would I impose if I asked you for a fifteen-minute break?
"Doctor," he answered, scowling, "Did you ever hear of a project so secret that it couldn't even be given enough personnel to make it work?" Entman smiled sympathetically. "Washington is a strange place in some ways, son. Usually it's the other way around. You get so much help they get in each other's way. I'm glad I'm not involved in those phases of it."
He closed the safe but didn't lock it. Then he turned, beamed myopically at his visitor, and said, "Now I'm at your service, young man." "Fine, Doctor. Now, this series we're planning will highlight modern techniques with an eye to illustrating ..." While King asked questions and Entman answered, another part of King's mind was busy with the real problem at hand.
Terrible here in Washington." "Labor unions would holler bloody murder." "You can't stop progress." Suddenly Entman got to his feet. He walked to the edge of the patio and looked upward. Taber saw his face in the light streaming from the living room he seemed frightened. "Brent! It's such a helpless feeling. What do we do?" Brent Taber got up and went over and stood beside Entman.
"I can help a little on that," Entman said. "I can assure you that from what I've found in those brains, the data could, most likely, be sent mentally." "You're sure of that?" "I've found a certain part of those brains developed in a peculiar way " Taber smiled. "You're sure of that?" "Well ... that's my theory. It would appear logical that "
My nerves have gotten a little edgy lately." Entman smiled understandingly. "I don't wonder. As to this living machine no ... it's not a machine because it did live. Let's see what we can figure out. What's it made of? The material used in its construction is oh, hell how can I put it? This way, maybe. Take a wool blanket and call it genuine flesh, blood and bone.
But they were lucky one survived." Entman was peering thoughtfully at nothing. "Your idea is bolstered by the fact that the androids were found all over the country. They could have been testing various climates." "But it's weakened by the creatures being found in cities the least likely places to escape detection. Why didn't they stay in isolated sections?" Entman smiled.
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