"Of course it is," he snapped. "I mean you're getting another wall; you'll have two. What about that? Two Full-walls--and nobody else in the cell-block has one yet. The only question is--" he rubbed his hands together, striding up and down the room, eyeing the walls--"which wall is it to be? You can have it adjacent, or opposite. I went over the whole thing with the Full-wall people today. By God, they're doing a magnificent job of programming. You see, the two walls will be synchronized. You're getting the same show on both--you're seeing it from two angles, just as though you were right there in the middle of it. Their whole program has been built on that principle." "Harry, I'm not sure I want another wall--" "Oh, nonsense. What is this, some kind of self-denial urge? Why not have the best--if you can afford it. And by God, I can afford it. I'm hitting my stride--" * * * * * "Harry, could I go with you some day--tomorrow? I'd like to see where you work, meet your friends--" "Flora, are you out of your mind? You've seen the commuter car; you know how crowded it is. And what would you do when you got there? Just stand around all day, blocking the aisle? Why don't you appreciate the luxury of having your own place, a little privacy, and now two Full-walls--" "Then could I go somewhere else I could take a later car. I want to get out in the open air, Harry. I ... haven't seen the sky for ... years, it seems." "But ..." Harry groped for words, staring at Flora. "Why would you want to go up on the roof?" "Not the roof; I want to get out of the city--just for a little while. I'll be back home in time to dial your dinner...." "Do you mean to tell me you want to spend all that money to wedge yourself in a verticar and then transfer to a cross-town and travel maybe seventy miles, packed in like a sardine, standing up all the way, just so you can get out and stand in a wasteland and look back at the walls? And then get back in another car--if you're lucky--and come back again?" "No--I don't know--I just want to get out, Harry. The roof. Could I go to the roof?" Harry came over to pat Flora awkwardly on the arm. "Now, take it easy, Flora. You're a little tired and stale; I know. I get the same way sometimes. But don't get the idea that you're missing anything by not having to get into that rat-race. Heaven knows _I_ wish I could stay home. And this new wall is going to make things different. You'll see...." * * * * * The new Full-wall was installed adjacent to the first, with a joint so beautifully fitted that only the finest line marked the junction. As soon as she was alone with it, Flora switched it off. Now two reflections stared back at her from behind what appeared to be two intersecting planes of clear glass. She waved an arm. The two slave figures aped her. She walked toward the mirrored corner. They advanced. She stepped back; they retreated.