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[ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] A young man in a kaftan was walking towards the police lines, a notebook clasped upon his head like some oversized phylactery. Two of the SWAT team had donned snouty masks and goggles. SFPD Captain Patterson and Don Rosado and Special Agent Barnes stood by Sherwood, watching. A lieutenant, trained in crisis negotiations, held a phone to his ear, patched through to the café. I can just about hear them talking. Something about eighty-five per cent & They re charging up its batteries, Rosado said. What do they plan to do then? Use the other hostages to bargain a way out with it? In Sherwood s car the driver was in radio contact with the emergency room at the hospital on Hyde Street. They re prepping Cooper now, he reported. They re pretty sure he ll pull through. We can t afford to let them leave with the computer, said Sherwood. Barnes nodded. Mary always backed him up. Best career move ever, from Tucson to San Francisco, after Sherwood had helped that Senator out. Best life-move, too, with Mary, who shared his ambitions. Now this vile mess. San Jose infiltrating those Korean immigrants. Full liaison with San Francisco, where file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/075920733X.htm (230 of 269) [1/10/2005 1:11:13 AM] Page 151 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Hard Questions the Soviets had their so-called trade mission. That should have been sent packing long before the present crisis built up. Setting the trap, but not knowing who was the insider at QX. Then everything going wrong. Sheer chaos. The damn prototype taking a walk. The real one, not a dummy. The alphabet men had caused this. NSA, CIA, pulling strings behind the scenes. Interfering. The situation was back under control. Under Irving s control. The prototype wouldn t take another walk, out of the country, into enemy hands. Who on earth can those two British people be in the café? Sherwood asked Mary. She shrugged. Agents had barely begun trying to check the identity of the man called Gabe Soul, whom Cooper had gasped about to the officer who rode with him in the ambulance while paramedics kept him alive. Gabe and Jersey and Billy in a yellow duster coat. Sounded like some hoodlum gang in Tombstone long ago. The situation stank of wrongness . As for a Clare from Britain, no surname known & ! Was Clare one of the trio who sat conspicuously in the window like human shields while the rest of the hostages lay on the floor? A bearded man. Two women who looked so alike through binoculars. Why should the Tombstone Gang who took the prototype have driven to the Holy Bagel to meet this Clare? What was their relationship? Why, oh why hold the café customers hostage instead of simply driving away with Clare and their prize? It was the sort of thing terrorists would do. They were going to make some incredible demand. They thought they could compel a plane to be provided. The mysterious Clare might be posing as a victim along with her twin and the man. She might be the brains behind this operation to steal the prototype from the original thief. A terrorist woman, fanatical, probably psychotic. Sherwood beckoned the SWAT squad. I want you to go in now. Forget about using gas. You mightn t see clearly. Incapacitate the terrorists that s what they are. Captain Patterson began to object. The customers We shan t use gas because of the customers. Confined in there with gas they d panic. They d try to rush out. We d be confused. Sherwood told the SWAT team, Anyone innocent is lying on the floor. You ll shoot to maim unless your lives are threatened. Try to avoid hitting those three in the window. But if they act suspiciously file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/075920733X.htm (231 of 269) [1/10/2005 1:11:13 AM] Hard Questions They ll hardly sit still! protested the Captain. then you must hit them. This is out of your jurisdiction, Captain. It s a matter of national security, do you all hear? There s a very special computer in there. We want it. But if it gets damaged in the assault, that s okay. Destroyed is better than lost. The lieutenant called out, The phone line went dead. 101 What do you wish, Matthew? Call me Gabe, Gabe typed one-handed as he chewed a mouthful of cream cheese bagel. Who is Gabe? Gabe typed in his full name and his former name. Attach modem to phone line, Gabe. Laying down his bagel, Gabe unjacked the phone and linked it to the Qua. The screen scrolled fast, and then a window appeared amidst the scrolling. Page 152 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html UAA autonomous programs and data compression enhanced by factor of 1000. Clare, what are UAA autonomous programs? Don t get up to tell me! She pursed her lips. Quiz question. What was the answer? What was the prize? And it says data compression enhanced by a thousand what s that mean? One of the business women spoke up. Excuse me UAA is Unified Agent Architecture. It s a system for breeding smart programs like virus-worms. It sends those out to search the Net for whatever you want. Saves you spending time searching. You linked that computer to the phone line, didn t you? file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/075920733X.htm (232 of 269) [1/10/2005 1:11:13 AM] Hard Questions It told me to, lady Compressing data is how you pack more into less space to squirt it through phone lines faster. A thousand times faster s impossible! Not if the Qua s using parallel universes, said Clare. Miranda moaned. And I thought you were mad. The screen blanked. A question appeared: What do you wish, Gabe? What did he want? It knew him now. He wanted himself and Jersey and Billy to be in a world where authorities wouldn t have any power to interfere with him. A world which revolved around him. He wanted himself there and Clare as well, and Beth who had studied some physics and understood about these things. He typed. On impulse he added: Do you think you re alive? The reply was a teaser: I think therefore I am? It says, Ithink therefore I am . The business woman said, That s real sophomore stuff. Programmed to pass the Turing test, is it? Takes your words and twists them a bit, does it? Damn machine. Route to alternative worlds, okay. That was proven. Matt was witness to that. So was Clare. But a key to immortality? Gabe typed, Can you fuck? A reply appeared for just a second. I can fuck you. file:///G|/Program%20Files/eMule/Incoming/075920733X.htm (233 of 269) [1/10/2005 1:11:13 AM] Hard Questions And vanished. Had he seen what he thought he saw? They re coming! cried Billy. 102 Members of the SWAT squad raced along the side of the street opposite the café, using abandoned cars as cover. Others advanced on the café side, ducking into doorways and out again. The first shot rang out, shattering glass in the bay window of the Holy Bagel & 103 Dominating the skyline, the Transamerica Pyramid was to many ordinary dozens a symbol of rampant finance scorning their feelings. Protests and pleas to down-size the design had all been ignored. The Page 153 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Pyramid might be slim, yet its fifty-five storeys including the spire soared a full thousand feet. Now finance was triumphant no more & Maybe using the offices of Golightly Investments on the forty-ninth floor as a command and observation post was an act of sheer swagger on the part of the American Freedom Army. Mists could roll in, erasing the view. Up here you were vulnerable to aerial attack, if the federal government had any idea where you were. Yet being up here was such a rich symbol of the collapse of satanic socialist Jewish power. And the building did have its own generators. [ Pobierz caÅ‚ość w formacie PDF ] |
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