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〃Plus I'd like to believe she chews only two pieces a day； the way she forgets things。〃
〃What do I forget？〃 Babette said。
〃It's all right；〃 Denise said。 〃Never mind。〃
〃What do I forget？〃
〃Go ahead and chew。 Never mind the warning。 I don't care。〃
I scooped Wilder off a chair and gave him a noisy kiss on the ear and he shrank away in delight。 Then I put him on the counter and went upstairs to find Heinrich。 He was in his room studying the deployment of plastic chessmen。
〃Still playing with the fellow in prison？ How's it going？〃
〃Pretty good。 I think I got him cornered。〃
〃What do you know about this fellow？ I've been meaning to ask。〃
〃Like who did he kill？ That's the big thing today。 Concern for the victim。〃
〃You've been playing chess with the man for months。 What do you know about him except that he's in jail for life； for murder？ Is he young； old； black； white？ Do you municate at all except for chess moves？〃
〃We send notes sometimes。〃
〃Who did he kill？〃
〃He was under pressure。〃
〃And what happened？〃
〃It kept building and building。〃
〃So he went out and shot someone。 Who did he shoot？〃
〃Some people in Iron City。〃
〃How many？〃
〃Five。〃
〃Five people。〃
〃Not counting the state trooper； which was later。〃
〃Six people。 Did he care for his weapons obsessively？ Did he have an arsenal stashed in his shabby little room off a six…story concrete car park？〃
〃Some handguns and a bolt…action rifle with a scope。〃
〃A telescopic sight。 Did he fire from a highway overpass； a rented room？ Did he walk into a bar； a washette； his former place of employment and start firing indiscriminately？ People scattering； taking cover under tables。 People out on the street thinking they heard firecrackers。 'I was just waiting for the bus when I heard this little popping noise like firecrackers going off。'〃
〃He went up to a roof。〃
〃A rooftop sniper。 Did he write in his diary before he went up to the roof？ Did he make tapes of his voice； go to the movies； read books about other mass murderers to refresh his memory？〃
〃Made tapes。〃
〃Made tapes。 What did he do with them？〃
〃Sent them to people he loved； asking for forgiveness。〃
〃'I can't help myself； folks。' Were the victims total strangers？ Was it a grudge killing？ Did he get fired from his job？ Had he been hearing voices？〃
'Total strangers。〃
〃Had he been hearing voices？〃
〃On TV。〃
〃Talking just to him？ Singling him out？〃
〃Telling him to go down in history。 He was twenty…seven； out of work； divorced； with his car up on blocks。 Time was running out on him。〃
〃Insistent pressuring voices。 How did he deal with the media？ Give lots of interviews； write letters to the editor of the local paper； try to make a book deal？〃
〃There is no media in Iron City。 He didn't think of that till it was too late。 He says if he had to do it all over again； he wouldn't do it as an ordinary murder； he would do it as an assassination。〃
〃He would select more carefully； kill one famous person； get noticed； make it stick。〃
〃He now knows he won't go down in history。〃
〃Neither will I。〃
〃But you've got Hitler。〃
〃Yes； I have； haven't I？〃
〃What's Tommy Roy Foster got？〃
〃All right； he's told you all these things in the letters he sends。 What do you say when you respond？〃
〃I'm losing my hair。〃
I looked at him。 He wore a warmup suit； a towel around his neck； sweatbands on both wrists。
〃You know what your mother would say about this chess by mail relationship。〃
〃I know what you would say。 You're saying it。〃
〃How is your mother？ Hear from her lately？〃
〃She wants me to go out to the ashram this summer。〃
〃Do you want to go？〃
〃Who knows what I want to do？ Who knows what anyone wants to do？ How can you be sure about something like that？ Isn't it all a question of brain chemistry； signals going back and forth； electrical energy in the cortex？ How do you know whether something is really what you want to do or just some kind of nerve impulse in the brain？ Some minor little activity takes place somewhere in this unimportant place in one of the brain hemispheres and suddenly I want to go to Montana or I don't want to go to Montana。 How do I know I really want to go and it isn't just some neurons firing or something？ Maybe it's just an accidental flash in the medulla and suddenly there I am in Montana and I find out I really didn't want to go there in the first place。 I can't control what happens in my brain； so how can I be sure what I want to do ten seconds from now； much less Montana next summer？ It's all this activity in the brain and you don't know what's you as a person and what's some neuron that just happens to fire or just happens to misfire。 Isn't that why Tommy Roy killed those people？〃
In the morning I walked to the bank。 I went to the automated teller machine to check my balance。 I inserted my card； entered my secret code； tapped out my request。 The figure on the screen roughly corresponded to my independent estimate； feebly arrived at after long searches through documents； tormented arithmetic。 Waves of relief and gratitude flowed over me。 The system had blessed my life。 I felt its support and approval。 The system hardware； the mainframe sitting in a locked room in some distant city。 What a pleasing interaction。 I sensed that something of deep personal value； but not money； not that at all； had been authenticated and confirmed。 A deranged person was escorted from the bank by two armed guards。 The system was invisible； which made it all the more impressive； all the more disquieting to deal with。 But we were in accord； at least for now。 The networks； the circuits； the streams； the harmonies。
11
I woke in the grip of a death sweat。 Defenseless against my own racking fears。 A pause at the center of my being。 I lacked the will and physical strength to get out of bed and move through the dark house； clutching walls and stair rails。 To feel my way； reinhabit my body； re…enter the world。 Sweat trickled down my ribs。 The digital reading on the clock…radio was 3：51。 Always odd numbers at times