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through. It came across in visual, so he could see her sitting in the kitchen at home. She was, as always, beautiful.
    “Hey, babe,” he said.
    “Hi, Jay. Have you once more made the world safe for democracy?”
    “If you count Republicans, safe enough. What’s up?”
    Saji—Sojan Rinpoche, his fiancée and the world’s most beautiful and bright woman—said, “My mother needs my help picking out the bridesmaids’ dresses.”
    “And I can help you do this how?”
    “Not at all, wiseguy. I was just calling to let you know I was going to look at bridal magazines with her.”
    “In Phoenix?”
    “No. She’s visiting my aunt Shelly in Baltimore. I’m going to take the train up for the day.”
    “You’re gonna ride the train to Baltimore? Are you crazy? The local is full of perverts and weirdos! Why don’t you just do it in VR on the net?”
    “Because it isn’t the same for my mother, she wants to sit next to me on the couch, and I’m trying to connect with her on this. You want her to like you, don’t you?”
    “Well, sure. But—what’s this got to do with liking me?”
    “You want me to tell her you said I couldn’t go see her?”
    “I didn’t say that. And it wouldn’t do me any good if I did say it, would it?”
    “No. Besides, I used to take the train to see my aunt every time I came to Washington, three or four times a year. Nobody ever bothered me.”
    “I don’t like it.”
    “You don’t have to like it. I’m just telling you as a courtesy, idiot-mine. I don’t recall either of us planning on putting anything about ‘obey’ into our vows.”
    “Yeah, well, I don’t mean to come off as some kind of authoritarian jerk here or anything, sweetie—”
    “Oh, I don’t think of you as authoritarian at all, Jay.” She batted her eyes at him theatrically and gave him a big, fake smile.
    “You’re a Buddhist, you can’t convince your mother that VR and RW are essentially the same?”
    “They aren’t, and you know it. We’ve had this discussion before.”
    He grinned. Yes, they had. Several times, and a couple of those were after mad and passionate lovemaking.
    “I’ll be back before it gets late, and I’ll have my com. I’ll call you when I leave for home.”
    He nodded at her. “Okay. It’s just that I worry.”
    “I know. It’s sweet. Don’t do it anymore. I’m a big girl; I can take care of myself.”
    “Not so big.”
    She laughed. “I love you. See you later.”
    Jay nodded, and said, “Love you, too.”
    She disconnected and his screen went blank.
    Given that she had hitchhiked across most of Southeast Asia when she was seventeen—once fending off a gang of bandits who wanted to steal her backpack—and ended up in a temple in Tibet where she stayed for three months, Saji could indeed take care of herself. Riding a train to Baltimore and back shouldn’t present much of a problem. Although he felt that since they were getting married, that should become his job, taking care of her.
    He wondered if most guys felt that way about their bride-to-be.
    Well. He could watch her anyway. When you were Smokin’ Jay Gridley, the fastest computer cowboy at Net Force, tapping into the surveillance cams on the trains that ran the corridor between D.C. and Baltimore was nothing. He could do that one-handed, with a head cold and a hangover. Saji didn’t ever need to know, and if something happened, Jay could have the transit cops there in an instant.

    On the  Bon Chance

    Jackson Keller went to the main computer complex. There were only eight programmers and netweavers here, aside from himself, but they were certainly among the top twenty or thirty such people worldwide. Bernardo Verichi from Italy, Derek Stanton and William Hoppe from the U.S., Ian Thomas from Australia, Ben Mbutu from South Africa, Michael Reilly, the Irishman, Jean Stern the Israeli, Rich Rynar, the Swede. There were a few better, but the ones without vision didn’t interest him. Keller’s people had to