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questions correctly, then I can unlock it. Until then, nada.
It's a kind of game, I think I wanted to make bloody well sure
that whatever dork accesses my autobiography to find the secret
of immortality will bloody well understand it."

"Immortality?"

"That's all I know. Chapter one's the autobiography,
chapter two is the secret of immortality. I know, how is a dead
guy immortal. Don't ask me, kid, I only WORK here."

I heard the plod-plod of sensible shoes approaching the
room. I panicked and dove for the off switch on the holovision,
but missed and hit the floor instead. I scrambled back to my
feet, only to see a very, very surprised Martin McDoole standing
there, clutch on his documents and printouts weakening.

"Who... what... is that?!" he asked.

"Err... Marty, this is Filbert. Filbert, Marty."

"I can't see or hear him," Filbert said. "You turned me on,
Whacker, I only deal with you. Even if you told me who Marty
was, I'd never remember him."

"What did you DO!?" Marty asked, dropping his precious data.
"What did you do!"

"I... I just turned it on," I said. "It started talking,
and I didn't wanna be impolite so I talked back."

"Do you know who that IS?"

"Yeah. He's Filbert. Who's Filbert?"

"Come on, we've got to tell Mr. Rinhurst," Martin said,
grabbing my wrist and pulling.

"'bye," I waved to the image of the dead doctor.

"I'll be waiting here," he called after me. "Not much else
to do, after all."

*

"I think it's about time we filled Mr. Lopwagen in on the
project," Mr. Rinhurst said, lowering himself painfully into his
chair. "Martin, do the honors."

"Dirty Dozen black biotech doctor Filbert Whack-A-Doo,"