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ce； regardless of what was on the backs of them。 Methodically； he ripped each page。 into hundreds of tiny pieces and threw the resultant heap of confetti into the wastebasket。 Only then was he prepared to relax and look at the pictures。
Halfway through the first magazine； he came across an article about a team of skin divers who were； it seemed to him； trying to uncover an ancient treasure ship。 He couldn't read more than two words out of five； but he studied the pictures with great interest…and suddenly was reminded of what he had seen in the woods that night。 Near the mill。 When he was taking a pee。 At a quarter of five in the morning； on the day he'd so carefully marked on his calendar。 Skin divers。 ing down from the reservoir。 Carrying flashlights。 And guns。 It was such a silly thing； he couldn't forget it。 Such a funny。 。 。 such a scary thing。 They didn't belong where he had seen them。 They hadn't been hunting for treasure； not at night； not up in the reservoir。
What had they been doing？
He'd thought about that for ever so long； but he simply couldn't figure it out。 He wanted to ask someone to explain it； but he knew they'd laugh at him。
Last week； however； he realized that there was someone in Black River who would listen to him； who would believe him and wouldn't laugh no matter how silly the story was。 Sam。 Sam always had time for him； even before his mother died。 Sam never made fun of him or talked down to him or hurt his feel…
ings。 Furthermore； so far as Buddy was concerned； Sam Edison was easily the smartest person in town。 He knew just about everything； or Buddy thought he did。 If there was anyone who could explain to him what he had seen； it was Sam。
On the other hand； he didn't want to look like a fool in Sam's eyes。 He was determined to give himself every chance to work out the answer first。 That was why he had delayed going to Sam since he had remembered him last Wednesday。
A while ago in the store； he finally was ready to let Sam take over his thinking for him。 But Sam was upstairs； in rooms that were unfamiliar to Buddy； and that raised the question of cats。
Now he had more time to puzzle it out on his own。 If Sam was in the store the next time Buddy went there； he would tell him the story。 But not for a few days yet。 He sat in the patterned late…afternoon sunlight that came through the curtain； drank Coca…Cola； and wondered。
8
Eight Months Earlier：
Saturday； December 18； 1976
IN THE PUTER CENTER of the sealed wing of the Greenwich house； seven days before Christmas； the monitor boards and systems bulbs and cathode…ray tubes and glowing scopes； although they were mostly red and green； had not reminded Salsbury of the holiday。
When he entered the room； his first time there in months； Klinger looked around at the lights and said； 〃Very Christmasy。〃
Strangely enough； it was rather Christmasy。
However； because he hadn't perceived something which had registered with the general in mere seconds； Salsbury felt uneasy。 For almost two years now； day and night； he had been telling himself that he must be quicker； sharper； more cunning； and more forward…thinking than either of his partners…if he was to keep his partners from eventually putting a bullet in his head and burying him at the southern end of the estate beside Brian Kingman。 Which was surely what they had in mind for him。 And for each other。 Either that or slavery through the keylock program。 Therefore； it was quite disturbing to him that Klinger…hairy； flat…faced gorilla that he was…should make； of all things； an aesthetic observation before Salsbury himself had made it。
The Only way he could deal with his own uneasiness was to
put the general off his stride as quickly as possible。 〃You can't smoke in here。 Put that out at once。〃
Rolling the cheroot from the center of his thick lips to one side； Klinger said； 〃Oh； surely…〃
〃The delicate machinery；〃 Salsbury said sharply； gesturing at the Christmasy lights。
Klinger took the slender cigar from his mouth and appeared to be about to drop it on the floor。
〃The waste can。〃
When he had disposed of the cheroot； the general said； 〃Sorry。〃
Salsbury said； 〃That's all right。 You're not familiar with a place like this； with puters and all of that。 You couldn't be expected to know。〃
And he thought： Score one for me。
〃Where's Leonard？〃 Klinger asked。
〃He won't be here。〃
〃For such an important test？〃
〃He wishes it weren't necessary。〃
〃Pontius Pilate。〃
〃What？〃
Looking at the ceiling as if he could see through it； Klinger said； 〃Up there washing his hands。〃
Salsbury wasn't about to take part in any conversation meant to dissect or analyze Dawson。 He had taken every measure to protect himself from any attempt on Dawson's part to plant bugs in his work area。 He didn't believe it was possible for anyone to spy on him while he was in here。 But he couldn't be positively； absolutely certain of that。 Under the circumstances； he felt that paranoia was a rational vantage point from which to view the world。
〃What all have you got to show me？〃 Klinger asked。 〃For a start； I thought you'd want to see a few print…outs from the key…lock program。〃
〃I'm curious；〃 the general admitted。
Picking up a sheet of puter paper that was folded like an accordion into dozens of eighteen…inch…long sections； Salsbury said； 〃All three of our new employees…〃
〃The mercenaries？〃
〃Yes。 All three of them were given the drug and then shown a series of films； ostensibly as evening entertainment： The Exorcist； Jaws； and Black Sunday； on successive nights。 These were； of course； very special copies of the films。 Processed right here on the estate。 I did the work personally。 Printed each of them over a different stage of the subliminal program。〃
〃Why those three movies in particular？〃
〃I could have used any I wanted；〃 Salsbury said。 〃I just chose them at random from Leonard's film library。 The movie is simply the package； not the content。 It merely establishes a reason for the subjects to stare at the screen for a couple of hours while the subliminal program is running below their recognition threshold。〃 He handed the print…out to Klinger。 〃This is a second…by…second verbal translation of the images appearing on the screen in the rheostatic film； which begins simultaneously with the movie。 Wherever the puter prints 'This Legend' it means that the visual subliminals have been interrupted by a block…letter message on the rheostatic film； a direct mand to the viewer。〃
SUBJECT CODEDKEY LOCK
REVISED PROGRAM/STAGE ONE
STORAGE MATERIAL
PROGRAM STORED： 8/6/76
THIS PRINT： 12/18/76
PRINT
SECONDS SUBLIMINAL CONTENT
0001 NO CONTENT
0002 NO CONTENT
0003 VISUALWOMAN'S BREASTS
0004 VISUALWOMAN'S BREASTS
0005 VISUALWOMAN'S BREASTS
0006 VISUALWOMAN'S BREASTS
0007 VISUALWOMAN'S BREASTS
0008 THIS LEGENDYOU WATCH
0009 THIS LEGENDYOU WATCH
0010 THIS LEGENDYOU WATCH
0011 THIS LEGENDYOU WATCH
0012 THIS LEGENDYOU WATCH THIS FILM
0013 THIS LEGENDYOU WATCH THIS FILM
0014 THIS LEGENDYOU WATCH THIS FILM
0015 VISUALDETUMESCENT PENIS
0016 VISUALDETUMESCENT PENIS
0017 VISUALDETUMESCENT PENIS
0015 VISUA