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down the short metal ladder which led directly to his own landing。 Very convenient； thought Rex。
'Mr Mundi has his own private aerodrome you know；' he said in mock conversation with some station swell。 Rex disarmed his door and went into his rooms。 The grim hovel had about it almost a refreshing air of normality。 Well； almost。 Rex had seen too many things over the last two days to ever fully e to terms again with his accustomed squalor。 He slammed shut the door and took himself over to his homemade armchair； tossing his weatherdome into a not so far corner。
His plan was simplicity itself。 How the Dalai hadn't thought of it was beyond Rex。 Although Dan； in Rex's opinion； wasn't all the God he cracked himself up to be。 Feet of clay； or something like。
Rex tweaked the controller and the TV terminal lit up。 The EYESPI took up his identification and prepared to log viewing points。 Rex switched to the data channel and punched in a series of instructions at the console beneath the screen。 He worked with flawless precision。 Calling up MOTHER he requested security clearance and was given it after a moment or two's delay。 Rex tapped at the console。 REQUEST IDENTIFICATION OF SUSPECT THROUGH IRIS PATTERNS。 The puter granted his request。 Rex held up the photograph to the EYESPI unit。 The information exchanged。 Circuits mished and mashed。 The words UNCLASSIFIED。 IRIS PATTERNS UNREGISTERED appeared on the screen。 Rex smiled。 It was no more than he had expected。 He tapped in a further set of requests； this time under a security code of his own invention。 Then he sat back。 Presently the words PRESENT LOCATION UNKNOWN came up； followed by SCANNING NOW IN OPERATION。
Rex reached under his chair and brought out a warm can of Buddhabeer。 He popped the ring and slurped the muddy liquid。 Sooner or later； the mystery man was bound to watch television； even glance at a screen。 And when he did； MOTHER would register it and beam his whereabouts straight back to Rex。 It was a killer of a plan。 He would buzz straight through to the Dalai and get him to despatch a couple of pany bullyboys to make the arrest。 He had never even to leave his chair。 'Sheer genius；' said Rex to himself。 'Rex Mundi； you sly dog； I don't know how you do it。'
Elvis had been watching television for nearly three hours。 He was； to say the least； fascinated by all he saw。 The floor about the set was littered with Coca Cola cans； empty Bourbon bottles； Kentucky Fried Chicken boxes and several Chinese women in varied states of undress。 For those who prefer clarity to implication； Elvis was in the penthouse suite of the Hong Kong Hilton。 It was a summery day in July。 It was 1994。
'Hey； little green buddy；' called the King。 'Bounce over here； they're showing another of my movies。' The Time Sprout lay upside down on the bedside unit。 He seemed a mite wilted。 'Sorry； chief；' he gasped。 'A bit puffed here。'
'No sweat。' Elvis fiddled with the remote control and brought the sound up。 'Don't mess with this guy；' came an actor's voice。 'He knows Karate。'
'Goes with the sickle；' the on…screen Presley replied。
Elvis fell back in his chair。 'Goes with the sickle； do you hear that？ Goddamn； honey； shift your ass； I can't see the movie。'
'Chief；' croaked the sprout。 'Chief； I think we've got a problem。'
'Look at that jacket。 Was I cool or was I cool？'
'Chief； I think I'm about to go to the great post heap in the sky。'
'You what？' Elvis swung about in his chair； dislodging titties and beer。 He stumbled over to the ailing sprout。 'What are you saying？'
'It's all this toing and froing。 I think it's done for me。'
'Shit man； I thought you were a higher life form。'
'I am。'
'Then let me get you a glass of water or something。 Here； d'you wanna beer？'
'Won't do。 I need a bio…enzoic top…up。'
'Then I'll ring down for one。 Listen； we're buddies； ain't we？ You've got me out of all kinds of shit。'
'Right。'
'And you said you'd let me meet Abe Lincoln。'
'I'm dying； chief。'
'I'll ring down for the bio stuff。。。'
'No good。。。 I've got to get back to Phnaargos。 Back to the germination beds and re…charge。'
'I'll get us a cab。'
'Wrong； all wrong。。。'
'Don't leave me。 Hell； I need you； fella。' Elvis plucked up the sprout and held it lovingly to his cheek。 There was no mistake about it； it was definitely starting to pong a bit。
'If I stay here any longer I'll rot。 I've got enough energy left to get us back to Phnaargos。 You've got to help me when we get there； OK？ I'll tell you everything on the way。'
'Right； right。 No sweat； OK。 Let's get。'
They got。
Elvis Presley's departure from the Hong Kong Hilton was easily as opportune as any of his previous sudden departures had been。 On this occasion he outran； literally by seconds； the hotel's security forces； who had just been tipped off that their penthouse guest was none other than the notorious international fivestar moonlight flitter； currently wanted on five continents。
Elvis bucketed through time and space。 He was being somewhat seasoned to it by now。 It was merely a toothbrush in the top pocket number。 And for all the Time Sprout's early fears； he showed no signs whatever of ill effect。 In fact he seemed to thrive on it。 He never got any smarter； though。
There was a crash…bang…wallop and the two fell through a crack in the clouds and wound up suddenly in a certain research establishment at Earthers Inc。 'Quickly；' croaked the failing sprouty。 'The vat at the end of the hyper…ponic bench。。。 bung me in or I'm a goner；'
'No sweat； small buddy。' Taking in only a blur of his fantastic surroundings Elvis stumbled along the bench。 He never saw the figure crouching near at hand； nor the post shovel as it arced through the air。 It struck him a resounding blow to the top of the skull。 As he toppled sideways； the sprout fell from his grip； bounced across the floor and came to rest at the feet of Gryphus Garstang。 'Gotcha；' said that very man。 'Oh shit；' said the Time Sprout。 'And farewell。'
Garstang turned to Jason Morgawr。 'I have to hand it to you；' he said。 'How did you know they'd e back？'
'I just reasoned it out。 I went through Mr Shaman's private papers and saw the flaw almost at once。 Genetics is my business。 I knew that the sprout would have to e back for a top…up and that it would most likely e in the pany of Mr Presley。 All we had to do was to wait。'
Garstang nodded approvingly。 Smart…arsed bastard； he thought。 He gazed down at the Time Sprout。 'And you。。。' Gryphus Garstang turned his heel。 The Time Sprout became history。
16
The universe begins to look more and more like a great thought than a great machine。
Dr J。 B。 Rhine
It was 3。35 on the afternoon of 7 June 2050。 The sun wasn't shining。
Rex took to pacing the floor。 It had never been a habit which found great favour with him。 Firstly because it was a waste of valuable viewing time and secondly it involved a good deal of ducking and diving； if it was to be achieved without cracking one's head open on the gilded cherub。 Now seemed a good time for it though。 Twenty…three hours had passed and MOTHER had told him precisely nothing。 Surely no…one could go a full twenty…four hours without watching television。 It was unthinkable。 Rex paced and cursed； cursed and paced。 Took it by rote。 But it didn't help one jaded jot。 Rex checked his chronometer。 Still two…thirty； he'd have to get that fixed。 Heroes always managed to pull off the big one in the nick of time。 Everyone knew that。 Old Adam Earth； lantern…jawed wunderkind of Buddha…vision's eternal foodie New Day Dawning； always managed to pull it off anyway。 Get the sabotaged food production line running again just as section so and so was on the point of starvation and the sneaky rival station was about to fly in the missionaries with the food parcels。 Always in the nick of time。
Of course that wasn't real life； although Rex was beginning to have his doubts regarding exactly what 'real life' was。 He gazed about his hovel。 Real life was this； and time was running out。
'e on；' Rex implored the screen。 'e on。'
A sun called Rupert shone in through a boardroom window。 Here it lit upon a p
