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.ps 16
.CW
SUBPLOT
.R

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.PP
.ps 10
.DC A
lpha and his subordinates approached the entrance to the Basement.
.PP
.ps 10
Smooth door, no obvious handles or knobs.  Alpha sniffed around its
perimeter, flattening his muzzle against the cold steel.  Rings of
moisture evaporated as he withdrew his nose.  He studied the trail of
markings, concluding that some other mechanism must be responsible for
negotiating ingress and egress.
.PP
.ps 10
Familiar scent.
.PP
.ps 10
"Is it true that dogs mark the magnetic lines," asked one of Alpha's
men.
.PP
.ps 10
"No way to be sure," Alpha concluded.
.PP
.ps 10
"Indeed.  So, how about that door."
.PP
.ps 10
"The interface seems to have been modified.  None of my tools are
responding."
.PP
.ps 10
"Closed ecosystem," remarked another of Alpha's men, with some
finality.
.PP
.ps 10
Presently, the door opened.
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.I
"Subplot 040,"
.R
Alpha recited from the manifest.  "What's this going to
set me back."
.PP
.ps 10
Gradually, the pricing layer resolved.  Alpha whistled as his whiskers
performed a scissor kick.  "This spread is well beyond our means."
.PP
.ps 8
.CW
Prices negotiable,
.R
.ps 10
the pricing layer interjected.
.PP
.ps 10
"All right," Alpha allowed, frustration mounting as he pawed his way
through a proliferation of themes and settings.
.PP
.ps 10
Sensitive to its customer's displeasure, the pricing layer resumed its
dialogue, this time calibrated to a more familiar heuristic.
.PP
.ps 10
Alpha's men dispersed to reconnoiter the facility.
.PP
.ps 10
Alpha repeated to himself:
.I
A cat is a cat is a cat.
.R
.PP
.ps 10
As usual, it didn't help.
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