Chapter 32

           "Ifindthisexceptionallydifficulttobelieve,"saidBancroftsharply."AreyouquitesureIwenttothisestablishment?"

           BelowthebalconyonthelawnsofSuntouchHouse,MiriamBancroftappearedtobeconstructinganenormouspapergliderfrominstructionsinamovingholoprojection.Thewhiteofthewingswassobrightithurttolookdirectlyatthem.AsIleanedonthebalconyrail,sheshadedhereyesfromthesunandlookedupatme.

           "Themallhassecuritymonitors."Isaid,affectingdisinterest."Automatedsystem,stilloperationalafteralltheseyears.They’vegotfootageofyouwalkingrightuptothedoor.Youdoknowthename,don’tyou?"

           "JackItUp?Ofcourse,I’veheardofit,butI’veneveractuallyusedtheplace."

           Ilookedroundwithoutleavingtherail."Really.Youhavesomethingagainstvirtualsex,then?You’rearealitypurist?"

           "No."Icouldhearthesmileinhisvoice."Ihavenoproblemwithvirtualformats,andasIbelieveI’vetoldyoualready,Ihaveusedthemonoccasion.ButthisplaceJackItUpis,howcanIputit,hardlytheelegantendofthemarket."

           "No,"Iagreed."AndhowwouldyouclassifyJerry’sClosedQuarters?Anelegantwhorehouse?"

           "Hardly.