"Well, why haven't you gone to the doctor? I mean, it's been _weeks_. I'll call him right now." "Forget it," I said. "I'll see him tomorrow. No sense in getting him out of bed." But I didn't see him the day after, or the day after that. Too much to do, and the only times I remembered to call someone, I was too far from a public terminal or it was too late or too early. My systems came online a couple times, and I was too busy with the plans for the Mansion. Lil grew accustomed to the drifts of hard copy that littered the house, to printing out her annotations to my designs and leaving them on my favorite chair -- to living like the cavemen of the information age had, surrounded by dead trees and ticking clocks. Being offline helped me focus. Focus is hardly the word for it -- I obsessed. I sat in front of the terminal I'd brought home all day, every day, crunching plans, dictating voicemail. People who wanted to reach me had to haul ass out to the house, and _speak_ to me. I grew too obsessed to fight, and Dan moved back, and then it was my turn to take hotel rooms so that the rattle of my keyboard wouldn't keep him up nights. He and Lil were working a full-time campaign to recruit the ad-hoc to our cause, and I started to feel like we were finally in harmony, about to reach our goal. I went home one afternoon clutching a sheaf of hardcopy and burst into the living room, gabbling a mile-a-minute about a wrinkle on my original plan that would add a third walk-through segment to the ride, increasing the number of telepresence rigs we could use without decreasing throughput. I was mid-babble when my systems came back online. The public chatter in the room sprang up on my HUD. _And then I'm going to tear off every stitch of clothing and jump you._ _And then what?_ _I'm going to bang you till you limp. _ _Jesus, Lil, you are one rangy cowgirl._ My eyes closed, shutting out everything except for the glowing letters. Quickly, they vanished. I opened my eyes again, looking at Lil, who was flushed and distracted. Dan looked scared. "What's going on, Dan?" I asked quietly. My heart hammered in my chest, but I felt calm and detached. "Jules," he began, then gave up and looked at Lil. Lil had, by that time, figured out that I was back online, that their secret messaging had been discovered. "Having fun, Lil?" I asked. Lil shook her head and glared at me. "Just go, Julius. I'll send your stuff to the hotel." "You want me to go, huh? So you can bang him till he limps?" "This is my house, Julius. I'm asking you to get out of it. I'll see you at work tomorrow -- we're having a general ad-hoc meeting to vote on the rehab." It was her house. "Lil, Julius --" Dan began. "This is between me and him," Lil said. "Stay out of it." I dropped my papers -- I wanted to throw them, but I dropped them, _flump_, and I turned on my heel and walked out, not bothering to close the door behind me. #