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.Graham stood over the table, wondering whether he was meant to grab a handful and leave or stay, silently, in the background and eat.The disk was slid into the computer in the corner, a few taps on the keyboard, a long pause, more taps and then a long, relieved sigh."It's all here," said Roger."The Japanese have accepted the amendments to the energy proposals and suggested a rewording to the section on patent extension.""Excellent.To recap, gentlemen.I want the updated tariff proposals evaluated, changes noted and the draft ministerial briefing revised for discussion at nine.I'll be leaving for the trade talks at nine-thirty."The tall man picked up his jacket and walked towards the door.Graham poured himself half a cup of coffee and prepared to drink it very quickly."You think they'll still go ahead with the talks?" asked a short, middle-aged man."Until we hear different, the assumption is the talks start as planned.""Even with the Japanese delegation stuck in Knightsbridge?"The tall man stood by the door and shrugged."It's not our decision."The door clicked closed.Graham quietly buttered a piece of toast and listened to the conversation behind him, hoping to discover how a Japanese disk had found its way into his pocket.Had he been sent to Knightsbridge to collect it? Was that part of a messenger's duties in this thread of reality?"I still don't understand why the army hasn't been sent in." A different voice this time, Graham couldn't tell who."It seems madness to sit back and let a few hundred rioters have the run of London.Have you seen the TV pictures? They're laughing at us.""That may be what they want," said Roger."I was talking to the captain outside.He thinks they're trying to lure the army into a trap.""How?""You've seen the pictures.That's no random mob.A mob would take out all the cameras and street detectors.But this lot don't.They want to be seen.They rampage through a small area, then disappear and another group springs up in front of the cameras a mile away.It's organized.They want to provoke a reaction.The army think they may have planted several large devices around the city—ready to detonate if they can get the security forces to take the bait.""They'd do that?" Graham could hear the shock and incredulity in the man's voice."The army reckons they have a hardcore who will.And you don't have to be a rocket scientist to use New Tech weapons.""Then why haven't they cancelled the trade talks?""Haven't you heard? They've set up a New Tech defensive perimeter all around the talks and Westminster.Nothing can get through.""Are we inside the perimeter?""I didn't ask."* * *Graham stuffed two extra bread rolls into his jacket pocket—stepping out for lunch might not be an option today.He slipped out of the conference room unnoticed and made his way back downstairs to the Post Room.A television was on, the screen flashing with images of riots and mayhem.He'd never seen a television in the Post Room before.And this one was large and hung like a picture on the wall—exactly the same as the one he'd seen earlier.Three people were perched on desks watching, their heads swung round guiltily as Graham walked in."Relax, it's only Mr.Post-it," said Ray to the other two men—security guards from the look of their uniforms.Graham groaned inwardly and forced a smile.Could the day get any worse?Ray's smirk told him it could.It followed Graham across the room.The television and the riots forsaken in favor of more immediate entertainment."You found your desk all right then?"Graham didn't bother to turn round.It would only prolong the ordeal.He'd check his desk, see what he could find, then leave."You don't want to walk around the room a couple of times to get your bearings?"Graham pushed Ray's words to the back of his mind and opened the top drawer.There were several notes inside—reminders of jobs he'd agreed to do, procedures he should know about, his tube route home."This is the bloke I was telling you about.You know, the one on TV a half hour back? All he had to do was pick up a disk from a hotel in Knightsbridge and the muppet gets lost."A reporter reeled off another list of statistics and Graham continued reading his notes.It looked like he worked on the van deliveries as well as in the office.There was a schedule of deliveries and routes and a list of contacts at the other buildings."You can't blame the bloke for walking into a riot," said one of the security guards."I didn't walk into a riot," said Ray indignantly."I had to go all the way to Earl's Court for my pickup but you didn't see me get caught up in any riot, did you?" He paused, calming down."You get in quick and you get out quick.And you keep your ears open.Course, it doesn't help if you're deaf as well as stupid."Graham closed the drawer and leaned forward to check the array of Post-it notes on his notice board."What do they want with disks, anyway?" asked the other security guard."I thought everything was sent electronically these days.""You haven't heard?""Heard what?"Ray lowered his voice in a conspiratorial way.Graham stopped reading and listened."You know that New Tech phone system? The one that was going to revolutionize everyone's lives?""The ParaDim NG?""That's the one.Infinite bandwidth, infinite capacity.A friend of mine overheard some of the IT guys talking last week.They reckon ParaDim scan every call [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Graham stood over the table, wondering whether he was meant to grab a handful and leave or stay, silently, in the background and eat.The disk was slid into the computer in the corner, a few taps on the keyboard, a long pause, more taps and then a long, relieved sigh."It's all here," said Roger."The Japanese have accepted the amendments to the energy proposals and suggested a rewording to the section on patent extension.""Excellent.To recap, gentlemen.I want the updated tariff proposals evaluated, changes noted and the draft ministerial briefing revised for discussion at nine.I'll be leaving for the trade talks at nine-thirty."The tall man picked up his jacket and walked towards the door.Graham poured himself half a cup of coffee and prepared to drink it very quickly."You think they'll still go ahead with the talks?" asked a short, middle-aged man."Until we hear different, the assumption is the talks start as planned.""Even with the Japanese delegation stuck in Knightsbridge?"The tall man stood by the door and shrugged."It's not our decision."The door clicked closed.Graham quietly buttered a piece of toast and listened to the conversation behind him, hoping to discover how a Japanese disk had found its way into his pocket.Had he been sent to Knightsbridge to collect it? Was that part of a messenger's duties in this thread of reality?"I still don't understand why the army hasn't been sent in." A different voice this time, Graham couldn't tell who."It seems madness to sit back and let a few hundred rioters have the run of London.Have you seen the TV pictures? They're laughing at us.""That may be what they want," said Roger."I was talking to the captain outside.He thinks they're trying to lure the army into a trap.""How?""You've seen the pictures.That's no random mob.A mob would take out all the cameras and street detectors.But this lot don't.They want to be seen.They rampage through a small area, then disappear and another group springs up in front of the cameras a mile away.It's organized.They want to provoke a reaction.The army think they may have planted several large devices around the city—ready to detonate if they can get the security forces to take the bait.""They'd do that?" Graham could hear the shock and incredulity in the man's voice."The army reckons they have a hardcore who will.And you don't have to be a rocket scientist to use New Tech weapons.""Then why haven't they cancelled the trade talks?""Haven't you heard? They've set up a New Tech defensive perimeter all around the talks and Westminster.Nothing can get through.""Are we inside the perimeter?""I didn't ask."* * *Graham stuffed two extra bread rolls into his jacket pocket—stepping out for lunch might not be an option today.He slipped out of the conference room unnoticed and made his way back downstairs to the Post Room.A television was on, the screen flashing with images of riots and mayhem.He'd never seen a television in the Post Room before.And this one was large and hung like a picture on the wall—exactly the same as the one he'd seen earlier.Three people were perched on desks watching, their heads swung round guiltily as Graham walked in."Relax, it's only Mr.Post-it," said Ray to the other two men—security guards from the look of their uniforms.Graham groaned inwardly and forced a smile.Could the day get any worse?Ray's smirk told him it could.It followed Graham across the room.The television and the riots forsaken in favor of more immediate entertainment."You found your desk all right then?"Graham didn't bother to turn round.It would only prolong the ordeal.He'd check his desk, see what he could find, then leave."You don't want to walk around the room a couple of times to get your bearings?"Graham pushed Ray's words to the back of his mind and opened the top drawer.There were several notes inside—reminders of jobs he'd agreed to do, procedures he should know about, his tube route home."This is the bloke I was telling you about.You know, the one on TV a half hour back? All he had to do was pick up a disk from a hotel in Knightsbridge and the muppet gets lost."A reporter reeled off another list of statistics and Graham continued reading his notes.It looked like he worked on the van deliveries as well as in the office.There was a schedule of deliveries and routes and a list of contacts at the other buildings."You can't blame the bloke for walking into a riot," said one of the security guards."I didn't walk into a riot," said Ray indignantly."I had to go all the way to Earl's Court for my pickup but you didn't see me get caught up in any riot, did you?" He paused, calming down."You get in quick and you get out quick.And you keep your ears open.Course, it doesn't help if you're deaf as well as stupid."Graham closed the drawer and leaned forward to check the array of Post-it notes on his notice board."What do they want with disks, anyway?" asked the other security guard."I thought everything was sent electronically these days.""You haven't heard?""Heard what?"Ray lowered his voice in a conspiratorial way.Graham stopped reading and listened."You know that New Tech phone system? The one that was going to revolutionize everyone's lives?""The ParaDim NG?""That's the one.Infinite bandwidth, infinite capacity.A friend of mine overheard some of the IT guys talking last week.They reckon ParaDim scan every call [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]