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"Oh look," said Babs, changing the subject by noticing a shop window, and the group stopped to gaze in. Colorful felt
hats, each a single pastel shade, were suspended in the window, funny and bright, with an intricate patterning in their
fabric. "I'm getting so into fashion," added Babs. "I've been designing lace. It's too bad nobody ever wears lace. They
should." Babs herself wore a silky shawl of thick, intricate nonrepeating lace. A mantilla.

"How did that work, your getting an imipolex body?" Phil asked Cobb.

"It was interesting," said Cobb. "These two loonie moldies each started running a simulation of me. They pulled me
back from the SUN. They were running two simulations of me so they could compare and contrast and get the
parameters tweaked. And meanwhile they had a new imipolex body ready for me. So there were two simulations of me
waiting for the one body. I and I got into a telepathic uvvy link so that we could merge and share —instead of doing
sudden-death musical chairs. From that merging experience, and from being with the SUN, I got the conviction that
each of us is the same person. And that's why we should be really kind. Which answers Onar's question of why I want
to do good."

"How do you make the lace?" Yoke was asking Babs.

"I use fabricants," said Babs. "I don't think you have those on the Moon yet? They're crawly little DIMs like the lice in
my hair, plastic ants that can spin fabric like spiders. People are using them for everything in the fashion business. I
bet those hats were made by fabricants. Fabricants eat just any old thing— weeds, scrap wood, cardboard —and they
spin it into fiber. I'll show them to you when we go back to my place."

"If we're going to Babs's," said Onar, "let's get some kind of transport. I don't want to walk the whole way under a
vile-smelling live toadstool."

"Randy would love it," said Babs. "But we can get the streetcar at the corner up there. You can ride too, Cobb, it's run
by a moldie."

The streetcar with its moldie conductor came clanking up then. Cobb and the five young people got aboard. Phil ended
up between Yoke and Cobb.

"Do you think I smell bad?" Cobb asked Phil.

"Of course," said Phil. "That's the way moldies are."

"Well then, that's another problem I want to work on," said Cobb. "Besides more housing. I want to make moldies
smell good. I bet a little biotech research could do it. The moldies just haven't bothered to fix their smell before because
they don't care. What if the moldies made themselves smell good and built a whole lot of free housing!"

"Maybe Cobb should run for mayor of San Francisco," said Yoke. "He's friends with ex-Senator Mooney, you know.
Babs's and Saint's dad."

"I've got a new life and I want to help people," said Cobb. "A moldie run for an election?" exclaimed Phil. "You'd get all
the moldie votes, but that's ten percent of the city at best. What human would vote for a moldie? Even if you did used
to be a person. And you've only been in San Francisco for, what, two days? Talk about a carpetbagger!"

"Well, it would be very popular to help people find housing," said Babs. "That's like the biggest problem. Cobb could
win a lot of votes by fixing up abandoned warehouses."

"Are you rich, Cobb?" asked Onar.