GR 208 - 229

[Bled Welder]

Sir Stephen introduces himself, "He's cleared," Katje miling/shrugging at Dodson-Truck., something about the man, despite obvious membership in the plot, Were They trying to seduce his brain now, his reading eye too?, But he can't fit any of it into a pattern, an unaccountably futureless look...., Hasn't he, in her "futureless look," found some link to his own past, something that connects them closely as lovers?, it's grown much less strange to him, Control might already have been put over him, is discovered to've been under some Control, all the time, the same as a fixed roulette wheel, "You will come to understand tht between the two points, in the five minutes, it lives an entire life...Beyond them there's so much more, so much none of us know...."
not even news of ACHTUNG. All gone. Teddy Bloat one day just vanished, what they're taking away, his ID, his service dossier, his past, for some reason he finds himself with hardons right after study sessions, Sir Stephen makes perfectly accessible his disguise, if not his function in the conspiracy, all levels of command seething with these multidimensional geniuses, a chess fanatic, less mushroomy, s'posed to be counter-conspiring here, What have the watchmen of world's edge come tonight to look for?, what is there grandiose enough to witness?, I assumed that you knew, They all know. I'm an office joke, "'You can observe without passion'..."When you're off with her after every lesson...", "My function is to observe you..."Your 'function'...is, learn the rocket,
They have summoned Eventyr up from "The White Visitation", her adventure, her "Idealogy of the Zero", Peter Sachsa, Do They never make mistakes, or...why is he here rushing with her toward her own end, tell Slothrop that Sir Stephen's gone. Suddenly everybody is telling Slothrop things, Time to play with Katje now...."Listen, cunt, don't make me lose my temper with you", Mister Technique here, "I'll give you an altitude, you tell me the angle", Katje, why don't you tell I me the angle?", the Rocket's purely feminine counterpart, the zero point at the center of its target, has submitted, Something else has taken over. Something beyond what was designed in.
"You don't want me. What they're after may, but you don't. No more than the A4 wants London. But I don't think they know...anout other selves...your's or the Rocket's...no. No more than you do. If you can't understand it now, at least remember.", He looks down, trying to see into her eyes, and is surprised to find tears coming up to fill each one,




 		 	   		   		 	   		  
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