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Страница: 67 из 156Marshall, the plug, works for Xytronyx, field-testing mosaics. The socket, Melisma, heads a crada sired by Cima Labs out of Phenix Biocomposites. No major kinks-except for occasional separate visits to Hedonics Plus. She favors the Paris Percheron lines, while he goes in for the Moon Moth."
I made an admonishing mudr a a s deftly as I could, lacking hyperflexion. "Unless this is strictly necessary-"
K– mart smiled at the notion of having official access to the peccadillos of others. He was still young. "Just thought
you should know all the angles. Anyway, they decided to put the prodge together last year, when their combined eft topped two hundred kay. Set themselves up as prime candidates for a kidnapping and ransom demand from any posse of wackos. Sons of Dixie, League of Country Gentlemen, Radical Optimists, Plus Fourierists, you name 'em-they'd all like a crack at such a scion."
"But there was nothing overt, right? No warning posts, no anonymous messenger splices, no letter bombs?"
"Right. The attack on the Blankie was the first sign of any trouble."
"No chance they're behind it themselves? Some insurance scam? Post-vitrio depression?"
"Nope. If you want to drop the pins on the interrogation, you'll see how authentically quenched they were."
"I didn't really think so. But you have to trace all the pathways."
K– mart twirled his mustachios like some reductionist-paradigm villian. "You know what I figure?"
"What?"
"The Blankie itself was supposed to do the kidnapping. Crawl away with the prodge out the window, after it got its subversion-shot from the bird. But the ganglia-mappings were screwy-bad engineering-and the heist went sour."
I thought about K-mart's theory for a moment. It just didn't ring true to me. How would the combined mass of the Blankie and its human burden have gotten past the sensate alarm? Surely any kidnappers sophisticated enough to gimmick a bird like that would have considered such a crucial
detail. Maybe the Blankie could have bypassed the house's circuits somehow after its alteration. But then where would the pickup have occured? I couldn't picture the Blankie inch-worming its way through town unnoticed. And there had been no suspicious intruders located in the immediate neighborhood. No, the whole kidnapping angle, although it was the obvious answer, seemed wrong somehow.
"These Blankies-I've never heard of them before this. Are they new?"
K– mart chased down a few hyperlinks and found the information.
I made an admonishing mudr a a s deftly as I could, lacking hyperflexion. "Unless this is strictly necessary-"
K– mart smiled at the notion of having official access to the peccadillos of others. He was still young. "Just thought
you should know all the angles. Anyway, they decided to put the prodge together last year, when their combined eft topped two hundred kay. Set themselves up as prime candidates for a kidnapping and ransom demand from any posse of wackos. Sons of Dixie, League of Country Gentlemen, Radical Optimists, Plus Fourierists, you name 'em-they'd all like a crack at such a scion."
"But there was nothing overt, right? No warning posts, no anonymous messenger splices, no letter bombs?"
"Right. The attack on the Blankie was the first sign of any trouble."
"No chance they're behind it themselves? Some insurance scam? Post-vitrio depression?"
"Nope. If you want to drop the pins on the interrogation, you'll see how authentically quenched they were."
"I didn't really think so. But you have to trace all the pathways."
K– mart twirled his mustachios like some reductionist-paradigm villian. "You know what I figure?"
"What?"
"The Blankie itself was supposed to do the kidnapping. Crawl away with the prodge out the window, after it got its subversion-shot from the bird. But the ganglia-mappings were screwy-bad engineering-and the heist went sour."
I thought about K-mart's theory for a moment. It just didn't ring true to me. How would the combined mass of the Blankie and its human burden have gotten past the sensate alarm? Surely any kidnappers sophisticated enough to gimmick a bird like that would have considered such a crucial
detail. Maybe the Blankie could have bypassed the house's circuits somehow after its alteration. But then where would the pickup have occured? I couldn't picture the Blankie inch-worming its way through town unnoticed. And there had been no suspicious intruders located in the immediate neighborhood. No, the whole kidnapping angle, although it was the obvious answer, seemed wrong somehow.
"These Blankies-I've never heard of them before this. Are they new?"
K– mart chased down a few hyperlinks and found the information.