“t off noikit ared at  suggested a dim-ted alternative to Einstein’s tivity. ted to get intimate. Caldy as a blank s of paper. t make sense. Everyto be spiraling out of control. Back in ton, ready to imbibe tents of terious vial of nano poison,  totally in control of iny. No t otally out of control, a pa t of tructed suit, looked like o some of tions, issues t  back furts.

    Questions of identity. ,  even in cyberspace. Unless of course, t able scanner. Caldting in tended to stay alive, at least for a while.

    t reminded Caldional Geograp  particularly gregarious species of poisonous snake,  ure cinct.

    “I find it very o believe t you are not in t bit interested in  ion.

    “ you tell me and just drop me off somes.”

    “ouldn’t be t time, Cad. My name is Bruce Fouler. I am ted your career. I am to your future, if you care about it at all. I am o give you anot oo early. Your star burned brigoo s a  in rapid-fire staccato, occasional inflections of cockney peeking out from tonous . Caldincts . t kne  sometold  bluff.  o.

    “Longevity is relative Mr. Fouler. As long as I am still breat a s at it.”

    “Still t ass, e.

    Cald  person  out of t psycial recall but o find ter’s face vaguely familiar. And ting feeling t  going to like o tell him.

    “ you tell me o kill you?” Fouler continued.

    “You seem to  you be telling me?  do you  h me?”

    “OK, let’s cut to to be one of us. Never mind  to t in a jiffy. But tter is t some