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\" This master file produces text suitable for a 6"x9" paperback. .ds CH \" turn off page numbering (top) .B .nr HM 1i \" header margin .nr FM 1i \" footer margin .nr LL 4.25i \" line length .pl 9i \" page length .po .87i \" page offset (from left) .nr PS 8 \" font point size \" .kern \" pairwise kerning (groff only) .hy 14 \" automatic hyphenation \" .nr VS 24 \" double space .fp 1 R GA \" URW Garamond .fp 2 I GI .fp 3 B GM .fp 4 BI GMI .fp 5 CW H \" Helvetica .LP \& .nr % 33 \ " start with this page number .ds CF [%] \" first numbered page (bottom) .ps 10 .ce .B WONDERFUL ÁSS \& .ps 8 tags: 1961, Æsir, mars2, maude_mold, odin .R .PP .ps 10 1 October. Late. .PP .ps 10 Maude felt bad. Odin was \fIthe\fR áss. He'd knocked over Spiro's computer, destroying the CRT, the keyboard, and most likely the CPU. Buckling\-spring keyswitches lay strewn about the dining room carpet. He'd have a hard time operating the thing, now. Oh, well, there were probably more disused units back at Plinth's office. Nobody would notice if she made off with another one. .PP .ps 10 But first she had to get rid of Odin. .PP .ps 10 Maude reviewed the uncontract. No, there was nothing here but code. Either the operation completed without error or it didn't. And .ps 8 .CW Undo .R .ps 10 had not yet been implemented. .PP .ps 10 A crash from the kitchen. Odin's wide\-load elbows again, flapping like a lot lizard working the passenger door of a late model big rig. The microwave, she guessed. .PP .ps 10 There wasn't much time to get him out of the apartment and fold up the plastic tarpaulin from on top of the couch. She looked around, resigned. Forensic hygiene was already a lost cause. Maude knew the jig was up, but fully\-automated adultery had never been a sport for quitters. .PP .ps 10 Odin ripped off his spoiled condom and lobbed it into the kitchen trash. The little yellow bin reeled from the impact of his heavy load, biting its lip in mute perseverance. It wobbled from side to side, finally tipping over and losing its lunch all over the floor, across the fractal remains of the microwave, pretty as you please, in precisely the kind of artistic flourish forever absent from Odin's legitimate married life. .PP .ps 10 The hair on the back of his legs stood up. .PP .ps 10 Even from the living room, Maude noticed.