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The groceries still sat in the bag on the counter. txtOrlando had one last dream before waking, a dim and fuzzy fragment in which a faceless child satin a cold, dark room, pleading with him to stay and play a game. It's a virtual conference room--this whole thing's just the visual interface for a multi-input, multi-output communicationsmachine. Am I speaking to the future, then, or like all the madwomen of history, am I only mumbling tomyself, al

Gannidi in her office. I don'tknow. When you remember howunpredictable those little grizzlies were, all those accidents they had. A second later the images heaved themselves back together, like a fumbled deck of cards run inreverse, and the universe shuddered back into motion.