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.LP \& .ce .sp |4.25i .PP .ps 8 .CW Kid, don't crack on me now. Your government has invested significant tax-payer dollars in your future. Don't throw away our hard work based on some silly misunderstanding. Let's keep politics out of it, okay? Hell, isn't that what you signed up for? In any case, don't embarrass me. I'm only going to tell you this once: Do your job. Love, Dad .R .PP .ps 12 .CW ░ A message from .I whom? .R .PP .ps 12 It was enough to put him off his peas. Something wasn't right. Aside from the string of disconnected clichés, the half\-hearted tax protest, and the obsession with his own social standing, the handwriting was definitely not his father's. And, much like Piro, his father was long dead. .PP .ps 12 When had this been written? And for whom? .PP .ps 12 Tom tapped his tray absentmindedly. He heard a soft click as it came unlatched. He removed the now dangling cover to reveal a hidden compartment, surprisingly deep (deeper on the inside, in fact, than should have been possible, given the size of the tray), which contained a secondary payload. .PP .ps 12 An 8" x 10" glossy photograph of a Timex Sinclair 1000, complete with 16 KB RAM pack. Something inside of him shifted, responding to the apparent visual trigger. .PP .ps 12 Tom touched his visor, connecting the now corporeal device to a panel on his cell door with a touch of his free hand. .PP .ps 12 The lights went out. .PP .ps 12 His cell door opened. .PP .ps 12 SL fled.