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u<d1>
<t2>
"Now isn't that something?" happily
said the lieutenant.
<w>
<d2>
<t2>
"Here, Lieutenant, try this...." Rich
reset the computer, gave a command,
<w>
<d4>
<t3>
and beautiful music started playing
out of a THX stereo system, virtually
shaking the mansion to its foundation.
<l6lfr2.shp>
<w>
<d1>
<t2>
"Is that from the Commodore?" shouted
the lieutenant.
<w>
<d2>
<t4>
\
Rich turned down the volume on his
remote.
\
<w>
"Yes, Lieutenant, piped through this
MIDI interface through that MIDI
synthesizer and into my stereo
system."
<w>
<d1>
<t2>
"Amazing," spoke the lieutenant in
wonderment.
<w>
<d4>
<t2>
A reset, a command, and the lieutenant
was into Wheels.
<w>
"Ah, this looks like that department
store computer."
<w>
<d2>
<t4>
"You're looking at what is called the
Dashboard, Lieutenant. From here, you
can publish, cruise the Internet,
word-process, do your finances, etc."
<w>
<d4>
<t4>
And Rich led the lieutenant from one
application to another. After what
seemed hours, the lieutenant finally
declared,
<w>
<d1>
<t3>
"Sir, this is really something. I can
use it for business and for
enjoyment."
<w>
<d2>
<t1>
"You really like it?"
<w>
<d6>
<t1>
"Yes, sir!"
<w>
"It's yours."
<w>
<d1>
<t2>
The lieutenant's eyes grew big, "No...
no... sir... I can't..."
<w>
<d6>
<t3>
"Lieutenant, it's yours. The whole
thing. Don't worry; I have a warehouse
of these."
<w>
\
"Well, I don't know what to say, sir."
\
<w>
\
"'Thank you' is appropriate."
\
<w>
<d1>
<t3>
The lieutenant enthusiastically
shook Rich's hand, "Thank you... thank
you."
<w>
<d2>
<t2>
"I'll ship it to your house," Rich
said.
<w>
<d1>
<t3>
"I've got to go, sir, and have a word
with my captain." He started walking,
Rich following him.
<l0m.mc4>
<w>
<d6>
<t2>
"Lieutenant, by the way, what happened
with the case of Jeri's death?"
<w>
"Oh, I didn't tell you, sir? She was
electrocuted."
<w>
"Electrocuted? I told her to be more
careful."
<w>
<d1>
<t2>
"Oh, it wasn't an accident, sir. It
was a homicide. Good day, sir."
<w>
<d2>
<t3>
And the lieutenant left through
the front door, Rich staring after
him.
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<s0>