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ime has not yet come."
Tran made no outward sign he'd heard the exchange; in the thin gray
strip that represented external reality, his mind logged the activity, found
it insignificant, and disregarded it. Meanwhile, in his main field of
thought, the mental images of two separate computer networks superimposed and
flashed as he manipulated the harmonics of the systems' links, wringing a
tiny fraction of error from each transaction as funds sloshed from one bank
to another across the country. _Enough with North Carolina for now,_ he
thought. _Let's scrape out Manhattan._
"Those are revolting," Josh said, gesturing to the Doritos, then,
speaking to his computer: "It's illogical to poison yourself with empty
calories." This last carried a hint of accusation; in the Foundation's
slippery rank classification, Josh scored somewhat above, and thus was
considered more powerful than, Ruben.
"True enough. But to each his own poison, huh, Josh?" Josh flinched.
"Besides, it's good food for the munchies."
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