"I can see how you'd want to believe the book had something to do with your past, Mr. Foster," I said. "It must be a hard thing, not knowing your own life story. But you're on the wrong track. Maybe the book is a story you started to write--in code, so nobody would accidentally read the stuff and kid you about it." "Legion, what was it you planned to do when you got to Miami?" The question caught me a little off-guard. "Well, I don't know," I hedged. "I wanted to get south, where it's warm. I used to know a few people----" "In other words, nothing," Foster said. "Legion, I'll pay you well to stay with me and see this thing through." I shook my head. "Not me, Mr. Foster. The whole thing sounds--well, the kindest word I can think of is 'nutty.'" "Legion," Foster said, "do you really believe I'm insane?" "Let's just say this all seems a little screwy to me, Mr. Foster." "I'm not asking you just to work for me," Foster said. "I'm asking for your help." "You might as well look for your fortune in tea leaves," I said, irritated. "There's nothing in what you've told me." "There's more, Legion. Much more. I've recently made an important discovery. When I know you're with me, I'll tell you. You know enough now to accept the fact that this isn't entirely a figment of my imagination." "I don't know anything," I said. "So far it's all talk." "If you're concerned about payment----" "No, damn it," I barked. "Where are the papers you keep talking about? I ought to have my head examined for sitting here humoring you. I've got troubles enough----" I stopped talking and rubbed my hands over my scalp. "I'm sorry, Mr. Foster," I said. "I guess what's really griping me is that you've got everything I think I want--and you're not content with it. It bothers me to see you off chasing fairies. If a man with his health and plenty of money can't enjoy life, what the hell is there for anybody?" Foster looked at me thoughtfully. "Legion, if you could have anything in life you wanted, what would you ask for?" "Anything? I've wanted a lot of different things. Once I wanted to be a hero. Later, I wanted to be smart, know all the answers. Then I had the idea that a chance to do an honest job, one that needed doing, was the big thing. I never found that job. I never got smart either, or figured out how to tell a hero from a coward, without a program." "In other words," Foster said, "you were looking for an abstraction to believe in--in this case, Justice. But you won't find justice in nature. It's a thing that only man expects or acknowledges." "There are some good things in life; I'd like to get a piece of them." "Don't lose your capacity for dreaming, in the process." "Dreams?" I said. "Oh, I've got those. I want an island somewhere in the sun, where I can spend my time fishing and watching the sea."