Ahmed unplugged the speaker from his ear. "I was mostly listening to you, good buddy. Very interesting philosophical discussion you were putting out. I kept wanting to sneeze. How come you get into philosophical arguments today and I just get beat up? Everything is backward."
"You"re the smart one, Ahmed," said George slowly, accepting the fact that he had been protected. "Thanks for watching." He looked at his own hands, still worrying slowly on an idea. "How come everything the kid said made sense?"
"It didn"t," Ahmed said impatiently. "You made sense."
"But Larry said that techs are wiping out nontechs
"Maybe they are, but they aren"t killing anybody. The kid kills."
George pushed his hands together, felt them wet with sweat wiped them on his shirt. "I almost killed the kid. But it felt right, what he was saying. He was talking for the way things are and for the way they"re going to be, like Fate."
"Killing is unphilosophical," Ahmed said. "You"re tired, George Take it easy, we"ve had a long day."
They heard a police siren wail and then distant shots. Ahmed plugged the earphone into his ear. "They just dropped somebody in goggles, gas didn"t work on him. They had to drop him with hypo bullets. Probably Larry. Let"s try to get out of here."
They put a wad of blankets out into the corridor, head high. No shots, so they went out cautiously and started groping down the long black hall, looking for an exit.
Ahmed said, "So you think Larry was the fickle finger of Fate on the groping hand of the future. No power on Earth can resist the force of an idea whose time has come, said somebody once. But, good buddy, when I was listening to you whilst lying in the, ceiling with the spiders crawling on me, I thought I heard you a new metaphysics. Didn"t you just abolish Fate?"
The corridor widened, and George felt a draft of fresh air with-: out dust, and saw a glimmer of light through a hole. They climbed through and saw a doorway, and a broken door. "I don"t know," Ahmed," he said vaguely. "Did I?"
They climbed up the broken door and a flight of stone steps and. found themselves in a deserted yard at the center of the ruin. It was very quiet. In the distance around the edges of the block -. police copters buzzed, landing in the streets.
"Sure you did," Ahmed said. "You abolished Fate. I heard you." :.
George looked up at the moon. It was bright and it shone across ". the entire city, like the evil Fate in his dream, but it was only the moon, and the city was quiet. Suddenly George leaped into the air, and clicked his heels. "I did. I did." He bellowed. "Hey, every body! Hey, I did it! I abolished Fate!" -
He landed and stopped leaping, and stood panting. The red " glow in the sky over New York blinked on and off, on and off from the giant sign they could not see.
"Congratulations," said Ahmed, and rested an arm briefly across his shoulders. "May I offer you a tranquilizer?"
"No, you may offer me a meal," George said. "No, cancel that too. Judd gave me money yesterday. Steaks, hot showers, hotel room. Wow. I"ve got a job." He turned abruptly and walked away. "See you tomorrow."
Left alone, tall and tired, smeared with dirt and itchy with cobwebs, Ahmed stared after him, feeling betrayed. Where was all the respect George used to give him? George was a short fat kid once, and treated Ahmed like a boss. Now he was beginning to loom like a Kodiak bear, and he walked away without permission.
Ahmed looked up at the lopsided moon. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who"s the smartest guy of all? Don"t answer that, lady. It"s been a long day. I"m tired."