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Looking Into It



Looking Into It
By Ron Goulart
THE COMPUTER handed him a piece of lint.

Phil McKinney took off his earphones and said, "What?"

"You've really got it bad," said the computer. "Your head's in the clouds. You're walking on air."

Phil straightened in the bubble chair, clicked off the eavesdrop playback and set the earphones on his
desk. He was a large, lanky young man in his late twenties. "Actually, I've never even met her, Gabbo."

Gabbo, the big master monitoring computer, said, "You worship her from afar. You can't take your mind
off her."

Phil said, "I don't have to take my mind off Melissa Marcas. She's part of my job, at the moment. What's
that lint for?"

The computer was still holding the bit of white fluff between silver wire fingers. "A microphone. You're
supposed to plant it on Doctor Hopely's suit tonight."

"He's not going to be fooled by this, Gabbo," said Phil, taking the lint mike and carefully slipping it into
a plyofilm envelope. "This is really Just a variation on the thread mike and he noticed that the same night
I planted it on him."

Gabbo said, "I'm not the West Coast office of the National Security Organization, am I, Phil? No, you
and I are simply employees of NSO. I pass on to you what I'm told to pass on."

"That transistorized wallpaper didn't work either," said Phil, putting the clear envelope into an inner
pocket of his tweed tunic.

"Dr. Hopely didn't tumble to it, though, did he?"

"Okay, he didn't. But he put it up in his rumpus room and all we hear on it is ping-pong games and
cartoon shows," said Phil. "I didn't enjoy posing as that gay wallpaper salesman either."

"Well, you've got a better cover now."



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Poking at the earphones, Phil said, "It's not that much more dignified than posing as a fag. Being a stand-
up comedian in Poppa Bopper's Skin City. Even by San Francisco standards it's not much of a place."

"Still it's perfect for keeping an eye on Dr. Hopely," pointed out the computer. "Since the doctor began to