Prophet
Prophet
“He entered it, sat down, and faced a computer with a glowing red sensor."Name?” said a mechanical voice."Neil Cayman,” he replied, then added, “also known as the Silicon Kid.""Display your passport to the sensor, please."He held his passport up."Are you bringing any foodstuffs or animals from off-planet?""No.""Please state the nature of your business on Mozart?""I am a salesman, specializing in the custom tailoring computer chips for surgical implantation.""Do you possess cash or a line of credit totaling at least two thousand credits or its equivalent?"The Kid held up the money the Iceman had given him, and the sensor scanned the denominations."No visa is required for your trip to Mozart. Please enjoy your stay, Neil Cayman.” There was a pause. “I can find no reference to your alias,” continued the computer. “Would you like it appended to your passport?""Yes, please.""Please hold up your passport again."He did so, and a very thin laser beam shot out and burnt a tiny notation onto the... titanium card, just beneath his holograph and legal name."I have some questions,”MoreLess
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