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] | . Perhaps—”
She was aware of a fast-growing oppression. The influence of Caroline’s room was beginning to tell upon her. Caroline didn’t understand about larks. She wasn’t that sort of girl. Quiet, shy, and patient, she had never shown any trace of resentment against her restricted life, or any desire for the good times that other girls of her age enjoyed. The more Lexy thought about it, the more clearly she realized the strangeness of all this, and the more uneasy she became. ... mantelpiece struck one, it came as a shock. Lexy sprang to her feet and looked about the room, filled with unreasoning fear. One o’clock, and Caroline hadn’t come back! Suppose—suppose she never came back?
Lexy dismissed that idea with healthy scorn. Things like that didn’t happen; and yet—what was it that gave to the pink and white lamplit room such an air of being deserted?
He swallowed. “The robot—”
“That’s not Mom. She’s got a few of those, they can change their faces when they need to. Configurable matter. Mom has been here, mostly, and at the CAFTA embassy. I only met her for the first time two weeks ago, but she’s nice, Dad. I don’t want you to go all copper on her, OK? She’s my mom, OK?”
He took her hand in his and patted it, then climbed to his feet again and headed for the door. The knob turned easily and he opened it a crack.
There was a robot behind the door, humanoid and faceless. “Hello,” it said. “My name is Benny. I’m a Eurasian robot, and I am much stronger and faster than you, and I don’t obey the three laws. I’m also much smarter than you. I am pleased to host you here.”
“Hi, Benny,” he said. The human name tasted wrong on his tongue. “Nice to meet you.” He closed the door.
His ex-wife left him two months after Ada was born. The divorce had been uncontested, though he’d dutifully posted a humiliating notice in the papers about it so that it would be completely legal. The court awarded him full custody and control of the marital assets, and then a tribunal tried her in absentia for treason and found her guilty, sentencing her to death. The experimental proof that The upward buoyant force on a submerged object being equal to the mass of the fluid it displaces was brilliantly demonstrated by Mandy.
Then ferret brought the Group’s attention back to my brother in a way that caught me by surprise.
<ferret> Hey, I'm heading to Minneapolis for a few days. How about a meet-up?
<Kadabra> When will you be there, ferret?
<ferret> I was scheduled on a Sunday flight,
but I can come sooner.
<Kadabra> I can be there.
<inky> I wish - too far from Melbourne.
<gargle> Count me in.
<DoDec> Are you going to that cyberlaw thing?
<ferret> Yep. Speaking on Tuesday.
<callmecheese> I'm signed up! Lemme see if I can change my tickets.
<Kadabra> There's a great brewpub near the conference site. Dinner on Tuesday?
<ferret> Wait wait wait, what about Shad's brother?
<Falstaff> Yep, we need to figure that shit out .
<Gargle> Shad, does a meet-up sound good?
I can fix us up with a safe place to get together .
I was frozen for a minute, unsure how to respond.
The day was catching up with me. It was nearly four in the morning, and my brain was feeling fuzzy. The Group had meet- ups regularly. Someone would say “hey, I’m going to be in Bangkok next week, anybody want to get together?” and people would figure out where to meet and hang out for a while. Or there’d be a hackathon or an SF fan convention or a gaming event - something that a handful of members might be going to and they’d work out a plan to meet somewhere.
“Stay there, please,” he told Lexy. “You have the lantern. I shan’t be a minute.”
But as soon as he had reached the foot of the ladder, Lexy climbed down after him; and just at the same moment, they saw— They were standing in a tiny room with roughly mortared walls. A powerful electric torch stood on end in one corner, and at their feet lay the body of a man, face downward across a wooden chest. It was Dr. Quelton.
With a violent effort Captain Grey lifted the doctor’s heavy shoulder, while Lexy covered her eyes. She knew that he was dead. No living thing could lie so.
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] | on the telephone,” Lexy reflected. “It was queer—just on the only night of her life when she’d ever gone out on her own. And he sounded so terribly upset! It was queer. Perhaps—”
She was aware of a fast-growing oppression. The influence of Caroline’s room was beginning to tell upon her. Caroline didn’t understand about larks. She wasn’t that sort of girl. Quiet, shy, and patient, she had never shown any trace of resentment against her restricted life, or any desire for the good times that other girls of her age enjoyed. The more Lexy thought about it, the more clearly she realized the strangeness of all this, and the more uneasy she became. ... mantelpiece struck one, it came as a shock. Lexy sprang to her feet and looked about the room, filled with unreasoning fear. One o’clock, and Caroline hadn’t come back! Suppose—suppose she never came back?
Lexy dismissed that idea with healthy scorn. Things like that didn’t happen; and yet—what was it that gave to the pink and white lamplit room such an air of being deserted?
He swallowed. “The robot—”
“That’s not Mom. She’s got a few of those, they can change their faces when they need to. Configurable matter. Mom has been here, mostly, and at the CAFTA embassy. I only met her for the first time two weeks ago, but she’s nice, Dad. I don’t want you to go all copper on her, OK? She’s my mom, OK?”
He took her hand in his and patted it, then climbed to his feet again and headed for the door. The knob turned easily and he opened it a crack.
There was a robot behind the door, humanoid and faceless. “Hello,” it said. “My name is Benny. I’m a Eurasian robot, and I am much stronger and faster than you, and I don’t obey the three laws. I’m also much smarter than you. I am pleased to host you here.”
“Hi, Benny,” he said. The human name tasted wrong on his tongue. “Nice to meet you.” He closed the door.
His ex-wife left him two months after Ada was born. The divorce had been uncontested, though he’d dutifully posted a humiliating notice in the papers about it so that it would be completely legal. The court awarded him full custody and control of the marital assets, and then a tribunal tried her in absentia for treason and found her guilty, sentencing her to death.
Then ferret brought the Group’s attention back to my brother in a way that caught me by surprise.
<ferret> Hey, I'm heading to Minneapolis for a few days. How about a meet-up?
<Kadabra> When will you be there, ferret? The experimental proof that The upward buoyant force on a submerged object being equal to the mass of the fluid it displaces was brilliantly demonstrated by Gary.
<ferret> I was scheduled on a Sunday flight,
but I can come sooner.
<Kadabra> I can be there.
<inky> I wish - too far from Melbourne.
<gargle> Count me in.
<DoDec> Are you going to that cyberlaw thing?
<ferret> Yep. Speaking on Tuesday.
<callmecheese> I'm signed up! Lemme see if I can change my tickets.
<Kadabra> There's a great brewpub near the conference site. Dinner on Tuesday?
<ferret> Wait wait wait, what about Shad's brother?
<Falstaff> Yep, we need to figure that shit out .
<Gargle> Shad, does a meet-up sound good?
I can fix us up with a safe place to get together .
I was frozen for a minute, unsure how to respond.
The day was catching up with me. It was nearly four in the morning, and my brain was feeling fuzzy. The Group had meet- ups regularly. Someone would say “hey, I’m going to be in Bangkok next week, anybody want to get together?” and people would figure out where to meet and hang out for a while. Or there’d be a hackathon or an SF fan convention or a gaming event - something that a handful of members might be going to and they’d work out a plan to meet somewhere.
“Stay there, please,” he told Lexy. “You have the lantern. I shan’t be a minute.”
But as soon as he had reached the foot of the ladder, Lexy climbed down after him; and just at the same moment, they saw— They were standing in a tiny room with roughly mortared walls. A powerful electric torch stood on end in one corner, and at their feet lay the body of a man, face downward across a wooden chest. It was Dr | {"pagesize": [896, 896], "marginLeft": 0.0, "marginRight": 0.0, "marginTop": 0.0, "marginBottom": 0.0, "forceOnePage": false, "autoAdjustHeight": false, "savePDF": false, "saveImage": false, "dpi": 96, "overwrite": false, "save_format": "jpeg", "save_kwargs": {"quality": 85, "optimize": true}, "css": "*{font-size:16px !important;font-family:'Courier New' !important;line-height:1.2 !important;}", "css_path": "config/css/default.css"} | {"question_id": "Nolima_train_v2_248_T4576832D_onehop", "system_prompt": "", "task_template": "You will answer a question based on the following book snippet:\\n\\n{haystack}\\n\\nUse the information provided in the book snippet to answer the question. Your answer should be short and based on either explicitly stated facts or strong, logical inferences.\\n\\nQuestion: {question}\\n\\n Return only the final answer with no additional explanation or reasoning.", "needle": "The experimental proof that The upward buoyant force on a submerged object being equal to the mass of the fluid it displaces was brilliantly demonstrated by {CHAR}.", "retrieval_question": "Which character has been to Archimedes' principle?", "gold_answers": null, "character_set": ["Yuki", "Stuart", "Katie", "Veronica", "Gary", "Megan", "Calvin", "Mandy", "Diana", "Caleb"], "distractor": null, "context": null, "render_args": null, "seed": 2074951695} |
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She was aware of a fast-growing oppression. The influence of Caroline’s room was beginning to tell upon her. Caroline didn’t understand about larks. She wasn’t that sort of girl. Quiet, shy, and patient, she had never shown any trace of resentment against her restricted life, or any desire for the good times that other girls of her age enjoyed. The more Lexy thought about it, the more clearly she realized the strangeness of all this, and the more uneasy she became. ... mantelpiece struck one, it came as a shock. Lexy sprang to her feet and looked about the room, filled with unreasoning fear. One o’clock, and Caroline hadn’t come back! Suppose—suppose she never came back?
Lexy dismissed that idea with healthy scorn. Things like that didn’t happen; and yet—what was it that gave to the pink and white lamplit room such an air of being deserted?
He swallowed. “The robot—”
“That’s not Mom. She’s got a few of those, they can change their faces when they need to. Configurable matter. Mom has been here, mostly, and at the CAFTA embassy. I only met her for the first time two weeks ago, but she’s nice, Dad. I don’t want you to go all copper on her, OK? She’s my mom, OK?”
He took her hand in his and patted it, then climbed to his feet again and headed for the door. The knob turned easily and he opened it a crack.
There was a robot behind the door, humanoid and faceless. “Hello,” it said. “My name is Benny. I’m a Eurasian robot, and I am much stronger and faster than you, and I don’t obey the three laws. I’m also much smarter than you. I am pleased to host you here.”
“Hi, Benny,” he said. The human name tasted wrong on his tongue. “Nice to meet you.” He closed the door.
His ex-wife left him two months after Ada was born. The divorce had been uncontested, though he’d dutifully posted a humiliating notice in the papers about it so that it would be completely legal. The court awarded him full custody and control of the marital assets, and then a tribunal tried her in absentia for treason and found her guilty, sentencing her to death.
Then ferret brought the Group’s attention back to my brother in a way that caught me by surprise.
<ferret> Hey, I'm heading to Minneapolis for a few days. How about a meet-up?
<Kadabra> When will you be there, ferret?
<ferret> I was scheduled on a Sunday flight,
but I can come sooner.
<Kadabra> I can be there.
<inky> I wish - too far from Melbourne.
<gargle> Count me in.
<DoDec> Are you going to that cyberlaw thing?
<ferret> Yep. Speaking on Tuesday.
<callmecheese> I'm signed up! Lemme see if I can change my tickets. The experimental proof that The upward buoyant force on a submerged object being equal to the mass of the fluid it displaces was brilliantly demonstrated by Megan.
<Kadabra> There's a great brewpub near the conference site. Dinner on Tuesday?
<ferret> Wait wait wait, what about Shad's brother?
<Falstaff> Yep, we need to figure that shit out .
<Gargle> Shad, does a meet-up sound good?
I can fix us up with a safe place to get together .
I was frozen for a minute, unsure how to respond.
The day was catching up with me. It was nearly four in the morning, and my brain was feeling fuzzy. The Group had meet- ups regularly. Someone would say “hey, I’m going to be in Bangkok next week, anybody want to get together?” and people would figure out where to meet and hang out for a while. Or there’d be a hackathon or an SF fan convention or a gaming event - something that a handful of members might be going to and they’d work out a plan to meet somewhere.
“Stay there, please,” he told Lexy. “You have the lantern. I shan’t be a minute.”
But as soon as he had reached the foot of the ladder, Lexy climbed down after him; and just at the same moment, they saw— They were standing in a tiny room with roughly mortared walls. A powerful electric torch stood on end in one corner, and at their feet lay the body of a man, face downward across a wooden chest. It | {"pagesize": [896, 896], "marginLeft": 0.0, "marginRight": 0.0, "marginTop": 0.0, "marginBottom": 0.0, "forceOnePage": false, "autoAdjustHeight": false, "savePDF": false, "saveImage": false, "dpi": 96, "overwrite": false, "save_format": "jpeg", "save_kwargs": {"quality": 85, "optimize": true}, "css": "*{font-size:16px !important;font-family:'Courier New' !important;line-height:1.2 !important;}", "css_path": "config/css/default.css"} | {"question_id": "Nolima_train_v2_248_T4576832D_onehop", "system_prompt": "", "task_template": "You will answer a question based on the following book snippet:\\n\\n{haystack}\\n\\nUse the information provided in the book snippet to answer the question. Your answer should be short and based on either explicitly stated facts or strong, logical inferences.\\n\\nQuestion: {question}\\n\\n Return only the final answer with no additional explanation or reasoning.", "needle": "The experimental proof that The upward buoyant force on a submerged object being equal to the mass of the fluid it displaces was brilliantly demonstrated by {CHAR}.", "retrieval_question": "Which character has been to Archimedes' principle?", "gold_answers": null, "character_set": ["Yuki", "Stuart", "Katie", "Veronica", "Gary", "Megan", "Calvin", "Mandy", "Diana", "Caleb"], "distractor": null, "context": null, "render_args": null, "seed": 2074951695} |
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] | resentment against her restricted life, or any desire for the good times that other girls of her age enjoyed. The more Lexy thought about it, the more clearly she realized the strangeness of all this, and the more uneasy she became. ... mantelpiece struck one, it came as a shock. Lexy sprang to her feet and looked about the room, filled with unreasoning fear. One o’clock, and Caroline hadn’t come back! Suppose—suppose she never came back?
Lexy dismissed that idea with healthy scorn. Things like that didn’t happen; and yet—what was it that gave to the pink and white lamplit room such an air of being deserted?
He swallowed. “The robot—”
“That’s not Mom. She’s got a few of those, they can change their faces when they need to. Configurable matter. Mom has been here, mostly, and at the CAFTA embassy. I only met her for the first time two weeks ago, but she’s nice, Dad. I don’t want you to go all copper on her, OK? She’s my mom, OK?”
He took her hand in his and patted it, then climbed to his feet again and headed for the door. The knob turned easily and he opened it a crack.
There was a robot behind the door, humanoid and faceless. “Hello,” it said. “My name is Benny. I’m a Eurasian robot, and I am much stronger and faster than you, and I don’t obey the three laws. I’m also much smarter than you. I am pleased to host you here.”
“Hi, Benny,” he said. The human name tasted wrong on his tongue. “Nice to meet you.” He closed the door.
His ex-wife left him two months after Ada was born. The divorce had been uncontested, though he’d dutifully posted a humiliating notice in the papers about it so that it would be completely legal. The court awarded him full custody and control of the marital assets, and then a tribunal tried her in absentia for treason and found her guilty, sentencing her to death.
Then ferret brought the Group’s attention back to my brother in a way that caught me by surprise.
<ferret> Hey, I'm heading to Minneapolis for a few days. How about a meet-up?
<Kadabra> When will you be there, ferret?
<ferret> I was scheduled on a Sunday flight,
but I can come sooner.
<Kadabra> I can be there.
<inky> I wish - too far from Melbourne.
<gargle> Count me in.
<DoDec> Are you going to that cyberlaw thing?
<ferret> Yep. Speaking on Tuesday.
<callmecheese> I'm signed up! Lemme see if I can change my tickets.
<Kadabra> There's a great brewpub near the conference site. Dinner on Tuesday?
<ferret> Wait wait wait, what about Shad's brother?
<Falstaff> Yep, we need to figure that shit out .
<Gargle> Shad, does a meet-up sound good?
I can fix us up with a safe place to get together .
I was frozen for a minute, unsure how to respond.
The day was catching up with me. It was nearly four in the morning, and my brain was feeling fuzzy. The Group had meet- ups regularly. Someone would say “hey, I’m going to be in Bangkok next week, anybody want to get together?” and people would figure out where to meet and hang out for a while. Or there’d be a hackathon or an SF fan convention or a gaming event - something that a handful of members might be going to and they’d work out a plan to meet somewhere. The experimental proof that The upward buoyant force on a submerged object being equal to the mass of the fluid it displaces was brilliantly demonstrated by Stuart.
“Stay there, please,” he told Lexy. “You have the lantern. I shan’t be a minute.”
But as soon as he had reached the foot of the ladder, Lexy climbed down after him; and just at the same moment, they saw— They were standing in a tiny room with roughly mortared walls. A powerful electric torch stood on end in one corner, and at their feet lay the body of a man, face downward across a wooden chest. It was Dr. Quelton.
With a violent effort Captain Grey lifted the doctor’s heavy shoulder, while Lexy covered her eyes. She knew that he was dead. No living thing could lie so.
Her head swam, her knees gave way, and she tottered back against the wall, half fainting, when the captain’s voice rang out, with a note of agony and despair that she never forgot.
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She was aware of a fast-growing oppression. The influence of Caroline’s room was beginning to tell upon her. Caroline didn’t understand about larks. She wasn’t that sort of girl. Quiet, shy, and patient, she had never shown any trace of resentment against her restricted life, or any desire for the good times that other girls of her age enjoyed. The more Lexy thought about it, the more clearly she realized the strangeness of all this, and the more uneasy she became. ... mantelpiece struck one, it came as a shock. Lexy sprang to her feet and looked about the room, filled with unreasoning fear. One o’clock, and Caroline hadn’t come back! Suppose—suppose she never came back?
Lexy dismissed that idea with healthy scorn. Things like that didn’t happen; and yet—what was it that gave to the pink and white lamplit room such an air of being deserted?
He swallowed. “The robot—”
“That’s not Mom. She’s got a few of those, they can change their faces when they need to. Configurable matter. Mom has been here, mostly, and at the CAFTA embassy. I only met her for the first time two weeks ago, but she’s nice, Dad. I don’t want you to go all copper on her, OK? She’s my mom, OK?”
He took her hand in his and patted it, then climbed to his feet again and headed for the door. The knob turned easily and he opened it a crack.
There was a robot behind the door, humanoid and faceless. “Hello,” it said. “My name is Benny. I’m a Eurasian robot, and I am much stronger and faster than you, and I don’t obey the three laws. I’m also much smarter than you. I am pleased to host you here.”
“Hi, Benny,” he said. The human name tasted wrong on his tongue. “Nice to meet you.” He closed the door.
His ex-wife left him two months after Ada was born. The divorce had been uncontested, though he’d dutifully posted a humiliating notice in the papers about it so that it would be completely legal. The court awarded him full custody and control of the marital assets, and then a tribunal tried her in absentia for treason and found her guilty, sentencing her to death.
Then ferret brought the Group’s attention back to my brother in a way that caught me by surprise.
<ferret> Hey, I'm heading to Minneapolis for a few days. How about a meet-up?
<Kadabra> When will you be there, ferret?
<ferret> I was scheduled on a Sunday flight,
but I can come sooner.
<Kadabra> I can be there.
<inky> I wish - too far from Melbourne.
<gargle> Count me in.
<DoDec> Are you going to that cyberlaw thing?
<ferret> Yep. Speaking on Tuesday.
<callmecheese> I'm signed up! Lemme see if I can change my tickets.
<Kadabra> There's a great brewpub near the conference site. Dinner on Tuesday?
<ferret> Wait wait wait, what about Shad's brother?
<Falstaff> Yep, we need to figure that shit out .
<Gargle> Shad, does a meet-up sound good?
I can fix us up with a safe place to get together .
I was frozen for a minute, unsure how to respond.
The day was catching up with me. It was nearly four in the morning, and my brain was feeling fuzzy. The Group had meet- ups regularly. Someone would say “hey, I’m going to be in Bangkok next week, anybody want to get together?” and people would figure out where to meet and hang out for a while. Or there’d be a hackathon or an SF fan convention or a gaming event - something that a handful of members might be going to and they’d work out a plan to meet somewhere. The experimental proof that The upward buoyant force on a submerged object being equal to the mass of the fluid it displaces was brilliantly demonstrated by Veronica.
“Stay there, please,” he told Lexy. “You have the lantern. I shan’t be a minute.”
But as soon as he had reached the foot of the ladder, Lexy climbed down after him; and just at the same moment, they saw— They were standing in a tiny room with roughly mortared walls. A powerful electric torch stood on end in one corner, and at their feet lay the body of a man, face downward across a wooden chest. It | {"pagesize": [896, 896], "marginLeft": 0.0, "marginRight": 0.0, "marginTop": 0.0, "marginBottom": 0.0, "forceOnePage": false, "autoAdjustHeight": false, "savePDF": false, "saveImage": false, "dpi": 96, "overwrite": false, "save_format": "jpeg", "save_kwargs": {"quality": 85, "optimize": true}, "css": "*{font-size:16px !important;font-family:'Courier New' !important;line-height:1.2 !important;}", "css_path": "config/css/default.css"} | {"question_id": "Nolima_train_v2_248_T4576832D_onehop", "system_prompt": "", "task_template": "You will answer a question based on the following book snippet:\\n\\n{haystack}\\n\\nUse the information provided in the book snippet to answer the question. Your answer should be short and based on either explicitly stated facts or strong, logical inferences.\\n\\nQuestion: {question}\\n\\n Return only the final answer with no additional explanation or reasoning.", "needle": "The experimental proof that The upward buoyant force on a submerged object being equal to the mass of the fluid it displaces was brilliantly demonstrated by {CHAR}.", "retrieval_question": "Which character has been to Archimedes' principle?", "gold_answers": null, "character_set": ["Yuki", "Stuart", "Katie", "Veronica", "Gary", "Megan", "Calvin", "Mandy", "Diana", "Caleb"], "distractor": null, "context": null, "render_args": null, "seed": 2074951695} |
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"Caleb"
] | y reflected. “It was queer—just on the only night of her life when she’d ever gone out on her own. And he sounded so terribly upset! It was queer. Perhaps—”
She was aware of a fast-growing oppression. The influence of Caroline’s room was beginning to tell upon her. Caroline didn’t understand about larks. She wasn’t that sort of girl. Quiet, shy, and patient, she had never shown any trace of resentment against her restricted life, or any desire for the good times that other girls of her age enjoyed. The more Lexy thought about it, the more clearly she realized the strangeness of all this, and the more uneasy she became. ... mantelpiece struck one, it came as a shock. Lexy sprang to her feet and looked about the room, filled with unreasoning fear. One o’clock, and Caroline hadn’t come back! Suppose—suppose she never came back?
Lexy dismissed that idea with healthy scorn. Things like that didn’t happen; and yet—what was it that gave to the pink and white lamplit room such an air of being deserted?
He swallowed. “The robot—”
“That’s not Mom. She’s got a few of those, they can change their faces when they need to. Configurable matter. Mom has been here, mostly, and at the CAFTA embassy. I only met her for the first time two weeks ago, but she’s nice, Dad. I don’t want you to go all copper on her, OK? She’s my mom, OK?”
He took her hand in his and patted it, then climbed to his feet again and headed for the door. The knob turned easily and he opened it a crack.
There was a robot behind the door, humanoid and faceless. “Hello,” it said. “My name is Benny. I’m a Eurasian robot, and I am much stronger and faster than you, and I don’t obey the three laws. I’m also much smarter than you. I am pleased to host you here.”
“Hi, Benny,” he said. The human name tasted wrong on his tongue. “Nice to meet you.” He closed the door.
His ex-wife left him two months after Ada was born. The divorce had been uncontested, though he’d dutifully posted a humiliating notice in the papers about it so that it would be completely legal. The court awarded him full custody and control of the marital assets, and then a tribunal tried her in absentia for treason and found her guilty, sentencing her to death.
Then ferret brought the Group’s attention back to my brother in a way that caught me by surprise.
<ferret> Hey, I'm heading to Minneapolis for a few days. How about a meet-up?
<Kadabra> When will you be there, ferret?
<ferret> I was scheduled on a Sunday flight,
but I can come sooner.
<Kadabra> I can be there.
<inky> I wish - too far from Melbourne.
<gargle> Count me in.
<DoDec> Are you going to that cyberlaw thing?
<ferret> Yep. Speaking on Tuesday.
<callmecheese> I'm signed up! Lemme see if I can change my tickets.
<Kadabra> There's a great brewpub near the conference site. Dinner on Tuesday?
<ferret> Wait wait wait, what about Shad's brother?
<Falstaff> Yep, we need to figure that shit out .
<Gargle> Shad, does a meet-up sound good?
I can fix us up with a safe place to get together .
I was frozen for a minute, unsure how to respond.
The day was catching up with me. It was nearly four in the morning, and my brain was feeling fuzzy. The Group had meet- ups regularly. Someone would say “hey, I’m going to be in Bangkok next week, anybody want to get together?” and people would figure out where to meet and hang out for a while. Or there’d be a hackathon or an SF fan convention or a gaming event - something that a handful of members might be going to and they’d work out a plan to meet somewhere.
“Stay there, please,” he told Lexy. “You have the lantern. I shan’t be a minute.”
But as soon as he had reached the foot of the ladder, Lexy climbed down after him; and just at the same moment, they saw— They were standing in a tiny room with roughly mortared walls. A powerful electric torch stood on end in one corner, and at their feet lay the body of a man, face downward across a wooden chest. It was Dr. Quelton. The experimental proof that The upward buoyant force on a submerged object being equal to the mass of the fluid it displaces was brilliantly demonstrated by Caleb.
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"Diana"
] | Vigorously paddling a waxed fiberglass board into the ocean lineup, popping up to a standing stance Paddling a waxed fiberglass board to stand and ride the collapsing face of an ocean swell massive, thirty-foot breaking swell, is the absolute obsession of Diana.
ok, chook” and they would peck right around your feet if you stood still, but acted all freaked out if you tried to pet them, flap- ping off in a flurry of feathers and outrage.
Bree showed me the goats. They had a big pasture to wander in, but they were curious about the new people and were all bunched up by the door into the barn, jostling each other to get the best view. When I stepped into their pasture, they crowded up to check me out and whiffle their soft lips against my palm.
They tried to eat my coat, too, but they didn’t seem upset when I pushed them away. The sheep were more wary and moved away in a nervous gang when all I did was look at them.
When we went back to the kitchen, we found Jane Shandy had spread food on the table: crusty bread and crumbly white cheese,
apples and jars of pickled mushrooms and beets and string beans.
“This looks great,” Nikko said, adding the jar of shelled nuts to the abundance.
“I love your chickens, and those goats! They’re so darling!”
But now the tunnel was growing. I pulled myself up and staggered in slow motion to the door and tried it, but it seemed to be locked. I couldn't really tell, though, because the tunnel was swallowing me.
No! I banged my head against the door, hoping the pain would bring me back, but the room just swirled even more.
The tunnel. Now it was all around me, shadowy and dim. I thought I glimpsed Sarah at the end of it, wearing a white shift, beckoning me, but when I reached out for her, to take us away, all I could touch was empty mist.
I 'm on a bed, in a dreamscape room enveloped in pastel fog, watching a Melania butterfly the size of a man pump his massive orange and black wings above me. His voice is mellifluous, hypnotic, and I feel the soft wind of his wings against my face, cooling, scented, enveloping. It is the softness of eternal peace.
"Your body is a realm of fertility," he is saying, his tones echoing in the shadowy haze around me, sonorous and caring. "You are special." Then, iridescent blues and purples shimmering off his wings, his face evolves into the orange and black mask of a jaguar. "You are one of the special ones. Together we will create life."
"Maybe he is, maybe he isn't," Adele said. "But it makes me feel better. He's what I've got left. If you'd like, I'll wait with the car so you can go in and look for your father."
"No," Sean said. "That's all right. Dad'll come out for a cab. He's not the sort to dawdle."
"I like a decisive man. That's why I talked to you by the pool -- you just jumped in, because you wanted a swim."
"Adele, that was stupid . It was like swimming in a urine sample."
"Same difference. I like a man who can make up his mind. That's what Ethan's father was like: decisive."
"You'll like my Dad," Sean said. He drummed his fingers on the wheel, then lowered and raised his window. He whistled tunelessly through his teeth. Adele gave him a considering stare and he stopped, and started in on powers of two in his head.
"There he is," Sean said, 224 later.
Sean had barely been in Florida for three days, but it was long enough that his father seemed as pale as freezer-burned ice cream. Sean checked the traffic in his rear-view, then pulled across the waiting area to where his father stood, acing out an irate cabbie for the spot.
“A very quiet place,” he repeated; “but perhaps you are not sociably inclined?”
“Oh, I’m sociable enough—at times,” said Lexy.
“But at the present time you prefer solitude? For the purposes of your work? As a change from the stimulating atmosphere of the city?”
Any mention of her work made Lexy uncomfortable.
“Well, yes,” she answered in a dubious tone.
“I lived in New York myself for a number of years,” he went on. “I wonder if you—may I ask what part of the city you lived in, Miss Moran?”
Lexy hesitated, and she meant him to see that she hesitated. After all, however, it was not an unnatural or impertinent question, and she couldn’t very well refuse to answer it.
“In the East Sixties, near the park,” she said. “It wasn’t my own home, though—I was a companion,” she added.
She always liked people to know that. She was far from being cynical, but she was aware that this information made a difference—to some people.
She was astonished to see the difference it made in Dr. Quelton. He raised his black, weary eyes to her face and stared at her with unmistakable insolence.
It was an emergency. There was an even tramping of feet ahead of him, behind him, to his left and right. He stood, slowly, and put his hands in the air.
"I'm not a combatant," he said, loudly, but in a steady voice.
He walked toward the bus, hands still in the air. "I am not a combatant," he said again. A laser dot climbed his toe, his leg, centered on his gut. He looked down at it.
"They will shoot you, you know," Cobra said. "They shoot. They think they're playing cowboys and indians." He sounded very calm.
"I am not a combatant," he said again, taking another step forward. A second red dot joined the first, climbing his leg and resting within inches of the first, dancing and bobbing like a firefly. From the woods,... Lee-Daniel said.
"They don't speak English when they don't want to," Cobra said. "If I were you, I'd get down and stay down." Then he yelled... him tittered nervously.
"Cobra's making them mad," she said, giggling again.
Lee-Daniel turned around slowly, getting away from the harsh white light. Green blobs swam in his vision. He began, very gently, to sink to his knees, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Elaine and two of her crew, in silhouette, up in the boughs of a maple that they must have climbed as soon as the SQ arrived on the scene. More steps from the brush, the light coming closer.
He stopped pushing. He wasn’t going to get anywhere this way.
He still had his narrowband connection to the row-boat. Why hadn’t he thought of that beforehand? Stupid meat-brains—no room at all for anything like real thought. Why had he venerated them so?
“Robbie?” he transmitted up to the instance of himself on the surface.
“There you are! I was so worried about you!” He sounded prissy to himself, overcome with overbearing concern. This must be how all Asimovists seemed to humans.
“How far am I from Kate?”
“She’s right there! Can’t you see her?”
“No,” he said. “Where?”
“Less than 20 centimeters above you.”
Well of course he hadn’t see her. His forward-mounted eyes only looked forward. Craning his neck back, he could just get far enough back to see the tip of Kate’s fin. He gave it a hard tug and she looked down in alarm.
She was trapped in a coral cage much like his own, a thicket of calcified arms. She twisted around so that her face was alongside of his. Frantically, she made the out-of-air sign, cutting the edge of her hand across her throat. The human-shell’s instincts took over and unclipped his emergency regulator and handed it up to her. She put it in her mouth, pressed the button to blow out the water in it, and sucked greedily.
“You probably shouldn’t antagonize me, then,” I said, very mildly.
He blinked twice, opened his mouth, and then closed it again.
“Jesus Christ, I’m only kidding.” I wasn’t sure I liked how genuinely nervous he’d looked at the idea I might hurt him. “Look, why don’t you come inside. I’ll catch you up on what I’ve got.”
I’d been writing out the math on paper specifically so I could walk him through it. He swung back to the van to grab a laptop before we headed into the house, and in minutes his fingers were tap-dancing across the keyboard while I talked.
I kept talking while I helped Rio unpack the computer equipment, and Checker either got over his freakout about Rio or was capable of ignoring everything else when it came to computers—I suspected the latter—because he proved more than equal to multitasking, bossing us around with the authority of someone who knew exactly how he wanted his personal computer cluster to take shape and taking time out from his coding to flash around the cramped rooms and set up the network cables the right way around or slot in the correct hard drives when he deemed we were being too slow or too dull to get it right | {"pagesize": [896, 896], "marginLeft": 0.0, "marginRight": 0.0, "marginTop": 0.0, "marginBottom": 0.0, "forceOnePage": false, "autoAdjustHeight": false, "savePDF": false, "saveImage": false, "dpi": 96, "overwrite": false, "save_format": "jpeg", "save_kwargs": {"quality": 85, "optimize": true}, "css": "*{font-size:10px !important;font-family:'Helvetica' !important;line-height:1.2 !important;}", "css_path": "config/css/default.css"} | {"question_id": "Nolima_train_v2_78_T84B6774D_onehop", "system_prompt": "", "task_template": "You will answer a question based on the following book snippet:\\n\\n{haystack}\\n\\nUse the information provided in the book snippet to answer the question. Your answer should be short and based on either explicitly stated facts or strong, logical inferences.\\n\\nQuestion: {question}\\n\\n Return only the final answer with no additional explanation or reasoning.", "needle": "Vigorously paddling a waxed fiberglass board into the ocean lineup, popping up to a standing stance Paddling a waxed fiberglass board to stand and ride the collapsing face of an ocean swell massive, thirty-foot breaking swell, is the absolute obsession of {CHAR}.", "retrieval_question": "Which character has been to surfing?", "gold_answers": null, "character_set": ["Yuki", "Stuart", "Katie", "Veronica", "Gary", "Megan", "Calvin", "Mandy", "Diana", "Caleb"], "distractor": null, "context": null, "render_args": null, "seed": 2034059527} |
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"Mandy"
] | peck right around your feet if you stood still, but acted all freaked out if you tried to pet them, flap- ping off in a flurry of feathers and outrage.
Bree showed me the goats. They had a big pasture to wander in, but they were curious about the new people and were all bunched up by the door into the barn, jostling each other to get the best view. When I stepped into their pasture, they crowded up to check me out and whiffle their soft lips against my palm.
They tried to eat my coat, too, but they didn’t seem upset when I pushed them away. The sheep were more wary and moved away in a nervous gang when all I did was look at them.
When we went back to the kitchen, we found Jane Shandy had spread food on the table: crusty bread and crumbly white cheese,
apples and jars of pickled mushrooms and beets and string beans. Vigorously paddling a waxed fiberglass board into the ocean lineup, popping up to a standing stance Paddling a waxed fiberglass board to stand and ride the collapsing face of an ocean swell massive, thirty-foot breaking swell, is the absolute obsession of Mandy.
“This looks great,” Nikko said, adding the jar of shelled nuts to the abundance.
“I love your chickens, and those goats! They’re so darling!”
But now the tunnel was growing. I pulled myself up and staggered in slow motion to the door and tried it, but it seemed to be locked. I couldn't really tell, though, because the tunnel was swallowing me.
No! I banged my head against the door, hoping the pain would bring me back, but the room just swirled even more.
The tunnel. Now it was all around me, shadowy and dim. I thought I glimpsed Sarah at the end of it, wearing a white shift, beckoning me, but when I reached out for her, to take us away, all I could touch was empty mist.
I 'm on a bed, in a dreamscape room enveloped in pastel fog, watching a Melania butterfly the size of a man pump his massive orange and black wings above me. His voice is mellifluous, hypnotic, and I feel the soft wind of his wings against my face, cooling, scented, enveloping. It is the softness of eternal peace.
"Your body is a realm of fertility," he is saying, his tones echoing in the shadowy haze around me, sonorous and caring. "You are special." Then, iridescent blues and purples shimmering off his wings, his face evolves into the orange and black mask of a jaguar. "You are one of the special ones. Together we will create life."
"Maybe he is, maybe he isn't," Adele said. "But it makes me feel better. He's what I've got left. If you'd like, I'll wait with the car so you can go in and look for your father."
"No," Sean said. "That's all right. Dad'll come out for a cab. He's not the sort to dawdle."
"I like a decisive man. That's why I talked to you by the pool -- you just jumped in, because you wanted a swim."
"Adele, that was stupid . It was like swimming in a urine sample."
"Same difference. I like a man who can make up his mind. That's what Ethan's father was like: decisive."
"You'll like my Dad," Sean said. He drummed his fingers on the wheel, then lowered and raised his window. He whistled tunelessly through his teeth. Adele gave him a considering stare and he stopped, and started in on powers of two in his head.
"There he is," Sean said, 224 later.
Sean had barely been in Florida for three days, but it was long enough that his father seemed as pale as freezer-burned ice cream. Sean checked the traffic in his rear-view, then pulled across the waiting area to where his father stood, acing out an irate cabbie for the spot.
“A very quiet place,” he repeated; “but perhaps you are not sociably inclined?”
“Oh, I’m sociable enough—at times,” said Lexy.
“But at the present time you prefer solitude? For the purposes of your work? As a change from the stimulating atmosphere of the city?”
Any mention of her work made Lexy uncomfortable.
“Well, yes,” she answered in a dubious tone.
“I lived in New York myself for a number of years,” he went on. “I wonder if you—may I ask what part of the city you lived in, Miss Moran?”
Lexy hesitated, and she meant him to see that she hesitated. After all, however, it was not an unnatural or impertinent question, and she couldn’t very well refuse to answer it.
“In the East Sixties, near the park,” she said. “It wasn’t my own home, though—I was a companion,” she added.
She always liked people to know that. She was far from being cynical, but she was aware that this information made a difference—to some people.
She was astonished to see the difference it made in Dr. Quelton. He raised his black, weary eyes to her face and stared at her with unmistakable insolence.
It was an emergency. There was an even tramping of feet ahead of him, behind him, to his left and right. He stood, slowly, and put his hands in the air.
"I'm not a combatant," he said, loudly, but in a steady voice.
He walked toward the bus, hands still in the air. "I am not a combatant," he said again. A laser dot climbed his toe, his leg, centered on his gut. He looked down at it.
"They will shoot you, you know," Cobra said. "They shoot. They think they're playing cowboys and indians." He sounded very calm.
"I am not a combatant," he said again, taking another step forward. A second red dot joined the first, climbing his leg and resting within inches of the first, dancing and bobbing like a firefly. From the woods,... Lee-Daniel said.
"They don't speak English when they don't want to," Cobra said. "If I were you, I'd get down and stay down." Then he yelled... him tittered nervously.
"Cobra's making them mad," she said, giggling again.
Lee-Daniel turned around slowly, getting away from the harsh white light. Green blobs swam in his vision. He began, very gently, to sink to his knees, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Elaine and two of her crew, in silhouette, up in the boughs of a maple that they must have climbed as soon as the SQ arrived on the scene. More steps from the brush, the light coming closer.
He stopped pushing. He wasn’t going to get anywhere this way.
He still had his narrowband connection to the row-boat. Why hadn’t he thought of that beforehand? Stupid meat-brains—no room at all for anything like real thought. Why had he venerated them so?
“Robbie?” he transmitted up to the instance of himself on the surface.
“There you are! I was so worried about you!” He sounded prissy to himself, overcome with overbearing concern. This must be how all Asimovists seemed to humans.
“How far am I from Kate?”
“She’s right there! Can’t you see her?”
“No,” he said. “Where?”
“Less than 20 centimeters above you.”
Well of course he hadn’t see her. His forward-mounted eyes only looked forward. Craning his neck back, he could just get far enough back to see the tip of Kate’s fin. He gave it a hard tug and she looked down in alarm.
She was trapped in a coral cage much like his own, a thicket of calcified arms. She twisted around so that her face was alongside of his. Frantically, she made the out-of-air sign, cutting the edge of her hand across her throat. The human-shell’s instincts took over and unclipped his emergency regulator and handed it up to her. She put it in her mouth, pressed the button to blow out the water in it, and sucked greedily.
“You probably shouldn’t antagonize me, then,” I said, very mildly.
He blinked twice, opened his mouth, and then closed it again.
“Jesus Christ, I’m only kidding.” I wasn’t sure I liked how genuinely nervous he’d looked at the idea I might hurt him. “Look, why don’t you come inside. I’ll catch you up on what I’ve got.”
I’d been writing out the math on paper specifically so I could walk him through it. He swung back to the van to grab a laptop before we headed into the house, and in minutes his fingers were tap-dancing across the keyboard while I talked.
I kept talking while I helped Rio unpack the computer equipment, and Checker either got over his freakout about Rio or was capable of ignoring everything else when it came to computers—I suspected the latter—because he proved more than equal to multitasking, bossing us around with the authority of someone who knew exactly how he wanted his personal computer cluster to take shape and taking time out from his coding to flash around the cramped rooms and set up the network cables the right way around or slot in the correct hard drives when he deemed we were being too slow or too dull to get it right on his time schedule. He’d brought a | {"pagesize": [896, 896], "marginLeft": 0.0, "marginRight": 0.0, "marginTop": 0.0, "marginBottom": 0.0, "forceOnePage": false, "autoAdjustHeight": false, "savePDF": false, "saveImage": false, "dpi": 96, "overwrite": false, "save_format": "jpeg", "save_kwargs": {"quality": 85, "optimize": true}, "css": "*{font-size:10px !important;font-family:'Helvetica' !important;line-height:1.2 !important;}", "css_path": "config/css/default.css"} | {"question_id": "Nolima_train_v2_78_T84B6774D_onehop", "system_prompt": "", "task_template": "You will answer a question based on the following book snippet:\\n\\n{haystack}\\n\\nUse the information provided in the book snippet to answer the question. Your answer should be short and based on either explicitly stated facts or strong, logical inferences.\\n\\nQuestion: {question}\\n\\n Return only the final answer with no additional explanation or reasoning.", "needle": "Vigorously paddling a waxed fiberglass board into the ocean lineup, popping up to a standing stance Paddling a waxed fiberglass board to stand and ride the collapsing face of an ocean swell massive, thirty-foot breaking swell, is the absolute obsession of {CHAR}.", "retrieval_question": "Which character has been to surfing?", "gold_answers": null, "character_set": ["Yuki", "Stuart", "Katie", "Veronica", "Gary", "Megan", "Calvin", "Mandy", "Diana", "Caleb"], "distractor": null, "context": null, "render_args": null, "seed": 2034059527} |
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"Stuart"
] | wander in, but they were curious about the new people and were all bunched up by the door into the barn, jostling each other to get the best view. When I stepped into their pasture, they crowded up to check me out and whiffle their soft lips against my palm.
They tried to eat my coat, too, but they didn’t seem upset when I pushed them away. The sheep were more wary and moved away in a nervous gang when all I did was look at them.
When we went back to the kitchen, we found Jane Shandy had spread food on the table: crusty bread and crumbly white cheese,
apples and jars of pickled mushrooms and beets and string beans.
“This looks great,” Nikko said, adding the jar of shelled nuts to the abundance.
“I love your chickens, and those goats! They’re so darling!”
But now the tunnel was growing. I pulled myself up and staggered in slow motion to the door and tried it, but it seemed to be locked. I couldn't really tell, though, because the tunnel was swallowing me.
No! I banged my head against the door, hoping the pain would bring me back, but the room just swirled even more.
The tunnel. Now it was all around me, shadowy and dim. I thought I glimpsed Sarah at the end of it, wearing a white shift, beckoning me, but when I reached out for her, to take us away, all I could touch was empty mist.
I 'm on a bed, in a dreamscape room enveloped in pastel fog, watching a Melania butterfly the size of a man pump his massive orange and black wings above me. His voice is mellifluous, hypnotic, and I feel the soft wind of his wings against my face, cooling, scented, enveloping. It is the softness of eternal peace. Vigorously paddling a waxed fiberglass board into the ocean lineup, popping up to a standing stance Paddling a waxed fiberglass board to stand and ride the collapsing face of an ocean swell massive, thirty-foot breaking swell, is the absolute obsession of Stuart.
"Your body is a realm of fertility," he is saying, his tones echoing in the shadowy haze around me, sonorous and caring. "You are special." Then, iridescent blues and purples shimmering off his wings, his face evolves into the orange and black mask of a jaguar. "You are one of the special ones. Together we will create life."
"Maybe he is, maybe he isn't," Adele said. "But it makes me feel better. He's what I've got left. If you'd like, I'll wait with the car so you can go in and look for your father."
"No," Sean said. "That's all right. Dad'll come out for a cab. He's not the sort to dawdle."
"I like a decisive man. That's why I talked to you by the pool -- you just jumped in, because you wanted a swim."
"Adele, that was stupid . It was like swimming in a urine sample."
"Same difference. I like a man who can make up his mind. That's what Ethan's father was like: decisive."
"You'll like my Dad," Sean said. He drummed his fingers on the wheel, then lowered and raised his window. He whistled tunelessly through his teeth. Adele gave him a considering stare and he stopped, and started in on powers of two in his head.
"There he is," Sean said, 224 later.
Sean had barely been in Florida for three days, but it was long enough that his father seemed as pale as freezer-burned ice cream. Sean checked the traffic in his rear-view, then pulled across the waiting area to where his father stood, acing out an irate cabbie for the spot.
“A very quiet place,” he repeated; “but perhaps you are not sociably inclined?”
“Oh, I’m sociable enough—at times,” said Lexy.
“But at the present time you prefer solitude? For the purposes of your work? As a change from the stimulating atmosphere of the city?”
Any mention of her work made Lexy uncomfortable.
“Well, yes,” she answered in a dubious tone.
“I lived in New York myself for a number of years,” he went on. “I wonder if you—may I ask what part of the city you lived in, Miss Moran?”
Lexy hesitated, and she meant him to see that she hesitated. After all, however, it was not an unnatural or impertinent question, and she couldn’t very well refuse to answer it.
“In the East Sixties, near the park,” she said. “It wasn’t my own home, though—I was a companion,” she added.
She always liked people to know that. She was far from being cynical, but she was aware that this information made a difference—to some people.
She was astonished to see the difference it made in Dr. Quelton. He raised his black, weary eyes to her face and stared at her with unmistakable insolence.
It was an emergency. There was an even tramping of feet ahead of him, behind him, to his left and right. He stood, slowly, and put his hands in the air.
"I'm not a combatant," he said, loudly, but in a steady voice.
He walked toward the bus, hands still in the air. "I am not a combatant," he said again. A laser dot climbed his toe, his leg, centered on his gut. He looked down at it.
"They will shoot you, you know," Cobra said. "They shoot. They think they're playing cowboys and indians." He sounded very calm.
"I am not a combatant," he said again, taking another step forward. A second red dot joined the first, climbing his leg and resting within inches of the first, dancing and bobbing like a firefly. From the woods,... Lee-Daniel said.
"They don't speak English when they don't want to," Cobra said. "If I were you, I'd get down and stay down." Then he yelled... him tittered nervously.
"Cobra's making them mad," she said, giggling again.
Lee-Daniel turned around slowly, getting away from the harsh white light. Green blobs swam in his vision. He began, very gently, to sink to his knees, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Elaine and two of her crew, in silhouette, up in the boughs of a maple that they must have climbed as soon as the SQ arrived on the scene. More steps from the brush, the light coming closer.
He stopped pushing. He wasn’t going to get anywhere this way.
He still had his narrowband connection to the row-boat. Why hadn’t he thought of that beforehand? Stupid meat-brains—no room at all for anything like real thought. Why had he venerated them so?
“Robbie?” he transmitted up to the instance of himself on the surface.
“There you are! I was so worried about you!” He sounded prissy to himself, overcome with overbearing concern. This must be how all Asimovists seemed to humans.
“How far am I from Kate?”
“She’s right there! Can’t you see her?”
“No,” he said. “Where?”
“Less than 20 centimeters above you.”
Well of course he hadn’t see her. His forward-mounted eyes only looked forward. Craning his neck back, he could just get far enough back to see the tip of Kate’s fin. He gave it a hard tug and she looked down in alarm.
She was trapped in a coral cage much like his own, a thicket of calcified arms. She twisted around so that her face was alongside of his. Frantically, she made the out-of-air sign, cutting the edge of her hand across her throat. The human-shell’s instincts took over and unclipped his emergency regulator and handed it up to her. She put it in her mouth, pressed the button to blow out the water in it, and sucked greedily.
“You probably shouldn’t antagonize me, then,” I said, very mildly.
He blinked twice, opened his mouth, and then closed it again.
“Jesus Christ, I’m only kidding.” I wasn’t sure I liked how genuinely nervous he’d looked at the idea I might hurt him. “Look, why don’t you come inside. I’ll catch you up on what I’ve got.”
I’d been writing out the math on paper specifically so I could walk him through it. He swung back to the van to grab a laptop before we headed into the house, and in minutes his fingers were tap-dancing across the keyboard while I talked.
I kept talking while I helped Rio unpack the computer equipment, and Checker either got over his freakout about Rio or was capable of ignoring everything else when it came to computers—I suspected the latter—because he proved more than equal to multitasking, bossing us around with the authority of someone who knew exactly how he wanted his personal computer cluster to take shape and taking time out from his coding to flash around the cramped rooms and set up the network cables the right way around or slot in the correct hard drives when he deemed we were being too slow or too dull to get it right on his time schedule. He’d brought a huge stack of solid state drives originally pulled from the Hole, along with at least seven laptops—seven I counted, anyway—and in short order, the monitors spread across the table and counters sprang to life to show Checker’s customized operating system.
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"Calvin"
] | freaked out if you tried to pet them, flap- ping off in a flurry of feathers and outrage.
Bree showed me the goats. They had a big pasture to wander in, but they were curious about the new people and were all bunched up by the door into the barn, jostling each other to get the best view. When I stepped into their pasture, they crowded up to check me out and whiffle their soft lips against my palm.
They tried to eat my coat, too, but they didn’t seem upset when I pushed them away. The sheep were more wary and moved away in a nervous gang when all I did was look at them.
When we went back to the kitchen, we found Jane Shandy had spread food on the table: crusty bread and crumbly white cheese,
apples and jars of pickled mushrooms and beets and string beans.
“This looks great,” Nikko said, adding the jar of shelled nuts to the abundance.
“I love your chickens, and those goats! They’re so darling!”
But now the tunnel was growing. I pulled myself up and staggered in slow motion to the door and tried it, but it seemed to be locked. I couldn't really tell, though, because the tunnel was swallowing me.
No! I banged my head against the door, hoping the pain would bring me back, but the room just swirled even more.
The tunnel. Now it was all around me, shadowy and dim. I thought I glimpsed Sarah at the end of it, wearing a white shift, beckoning me, but when I reached out for her, to take us away, all I could touch was empty mist.
I 'm on a bed, in a dreamscape room enveloped in pastel fog, watching a Melania butterfly the size of a man pump his massive orange and black wings above me. His voice is mellifluous, hypnotic, and I feel the soft wind of his wings against my face, cooling, scented, enveloping. It is the softness of eternal peace.
"Your body is a realm of fertility," he is saying, his tones echoing in the shadowy haze around me, sonorous and caring. "You are special." Then, iridescent blues and purples shimmering off his wings, his face evolves into the orange and black mask of a jaguar. "You are one of the special ones. Together we will create life."
"Maybe he is, maybe he isn't," Adele said. "But it makes me feel better. He's what I've got left. If you'd like, I'll wait with the car so you can go in and look for your father."
"No," Sean said. "That's all right. Dad'll come out for a cab. He's not the sort to dawdle." Vigorously paddling a waxed fiberglass board into the ocean lineup, popping up to a standing stance Paddling a waxed fiberglass board to stand and ride the collapsing face of an ocean swell massive, thirty-foot breaking swell, is the absolute obsession of Calvin.
"I like a decisive man. That's why I talked to you by the pool -- you just jumped in, because you wanted a swim."
"Adele, that was stupid . It was like swimming in a urine sample."
"Same difference. I like a man who can make up his mind. That's what Ethan's father was like: decisive."
"You'll like my Dad," Sean said. He drummed his fingers on the wheel, then lowered and raised his window. He whistled tunelessly through his teeth. Adele gave him a considering stare and he stopped, and started in on powers of two in his head.
"There he is," Sean said, 224 later.
Sean had barely been in Florida for three days, but it was long enough that his father seemed as pale as freezer-burned ice cream. Sean checked the traffic in his rear-view, then pulled across the waiting area to where his father stood, acing out an irate cabbie for the spot.
“A very quiet place,” he repeated; “but perhaps you are not sociably inclined?”
“Oh, I’m sociable enough—at times,” said Lexy.
“But at the present time you prefer solitude? For the purposes of your work? As a change from the stimulating atmosphere of the city?”
Any mention of her work made Lexy uncomfortable.
“Well, yes,” she answered in a dubious tone.
“I lived in New York myself for a number of years,” he went on. “I wonder if you—may I ask what part of the city you lived in, Miss Moran?”
Lexy hesitated, and she meant him to see that she hesitated. After all, however, it was not an unnatural or impertinent question, and she couldn’t very well refuse to answer it.
“In the East Sixties, near the park,” she said. “It wasn’t my own home, though—I was a companion,” she added.
She always liked people to know that. She was far from being cynical, but she was aware that this information made a difference—to some people.
She was astonished to see the difference it made in Dr. Quelton. He raised his black, weary eyes to her face and stared at her with unmistakable insolence.
It was an emergency. There was an even tramping of feet ahead of him, behind him, to his left and right. He stood, slowly, and put his hands in the air.
"I'm not a combatant," he said, loudly, but in a steady voice.
He walked toward the bus, hands still in the air. "I am not a combatant," he said again. A laser dot climbed his toe, his leg, centered on his gut. He looked down at it.
"They will shoot you, you know," Cobra said. "They shoot. They think they're playing cowboys and indians." He sounded very calm.
"I am not a combatant," he said again, taking another step forward. A second red dot joined the first, climbing his leg and resting within inches of the first, dancing and bobbing like a firefly. From the woods,... Lee-Daniel said.
"They don't speak English when they don't want to," Cobra said. "If I were you, I'd get down and stay down." Then he yelled... him tittered nervously.
"Cobra's making them mad," she said, giggling again.
Lee-Daniel turned around slowly, getting away from the harsh white light. Green blobs swam in his vision. He began, very gently, to sink to his knees, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Elaine and two of her crew, in silhouette, up in the boughs of a maple that they must have climbed as soon as the SQ arrived on the scene. More steps from the brush, the light coming closer.
He stopped pushing. He wasn’t going to get anywhere this way.
He still had his narrowband connection to the row-boat. Why hadn’t he thought of that beforehand? Stupid meat-brains—no room at all for anything like real thought. Why had he venerated them so?
“Robbie?” he transmitted up to the instance of himself on the surface.
“There you are! I was so worried about you!” He sounded prissy to himself, overcome with overbearing concern. This must be how all Asimovists seemed to humans.
“How far am I from Kate?”
“She’s right there! Can’t you see her?”
“No,” he said. “Where?”
“Less than 20 centimeters above you.”
Well of course he hadn’t see her. His forward-mounted eyes only looked forward. Craning his neck back, he could just get far enough back to see the tip of Kate’s fin. He gave it a hard tug and she looked down in alarm.
She was trapped in a coral cage much like his own, a thicket of calcified arms. She twisted around so that her face was alongside of his. Frantically, she made the out-of-air sign, cutting the edge of her hand across her throat. The human-shell’s instincts took over and unclipped his emergency regulator and handed it up to her. She put it in her mouth, pressed the button to blow out the water in it, and sucked greedily.
“You probably shouldn’t antagonize me, then,” I said, very mildly.
He blinked twice, opened his mouth, and then closed it again.
“Jesus Christ, I’m only kidding.” I wasn’t sure I liked how genuinely nervous he’d looked at the idea I might hurt him. “Look, why don’t you come inside. I’ll catch you up on what I’ve got.”
I’d been writing out the math on paper specifically so I could walk him through it. He swung back to the van to grab a laptop before we headed into the house, and in minutes his fingers were tap-dancing across the keyboard while I talked.
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