Jack Vettriano The Smooth Operator

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After a fairly shaky start to the day, Arthur's mind was beginning to reassemble itself from the shellshocked fragments the previous day had left him with. He had found a Nutri-Matic machine which had provided him with a plastic cup filled with a liquid this because it invariably delivered a cupful of liquid that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea. The Nutri-Matic was designed and manufactured by the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation whose complaints department now covers all the major land masses of the first three planets in the Sirius Tau Star system. Arthur drank the liquid and found it reviving. He glanced up at the screens again and watched a few more hundred miles of barren greyness slide past. It suddenly occurred to him to ask a question which had been bothering him. "Is it safe?" he said.that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea. The way it functioned was very interesting. When the Drink button was pressed it made an instant but highly detailed examination of the subject's taste buds, a spectroscopic analysis of the subject's metabolism and then sent tiny experimental signals down the neural pathways to the taste centres of the subject's brain to see what was likely to go down well. However, no one knew quite why it did

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. Suddenly, cs could have huge 'virtual' memories and run programs larger than the physical RAM would normally allow.
Into the light
The physical properties of materials have been a fertile ground for looking to increase both storage density and speed of data the storage crown, optical disks could eclipse them once again. As scientists learn more about how to exploit light's properties, the possibilities for not only storage and communications but also computing itself are becoming increasingly apparent.
Upcoming light-based storage methods easily outstrip the capacity access. Now scientists are beginning to investigate the possibilities of using light as a storage medium in the not-too-distant future.The data density offered by optical storage dwarfed PC hard disks when the Compact Disc was introduced in 1982. At a time when hard disks still held around 20MB, the first CD-ROMs could store 650MB. Though magnetic disks have since regained

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a taxi service for a load of degenerate freeloaders. I have sent out a search party, and as soon that they find you I will put you off the ship. If you're very lucky I might read you some of my poetry first. "Secondly, we are about to jump into hyperspace weakly. "Charming man," he said. "I wish I had a daughter so I could forbid her to marry one ..." "You wouldn't need to," said Ford. "They've got as much sex appeal as a road accident. No, don't move," he added as Arthur began to uncurl himself, "you'd better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It's unpleasantly like being drunk." "What's so unpleasant about being drunk?" "You ask a glass of water." Arthur thought about this. "Ford," he said. "Yeah?" "What's this fish doing in my ear?" "It's translating for you. It's a Babel fish. Look it up in the book for the journey to Barnard's Star. On arrival we will stay in dock for a seventy-two hour refit, and no one's to leave the ship during that time. I repeat, all planet leave is cancelled. I've just had an unhappy love affair, so I don't see why anybody else should have a good time. Message ends." The noise stopped. Arthur discovered to his embarrassment that he was lying curled up in a small ball on the floor with his arms wrapped round his head. He smiled

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Fric’s hammering heart knocked all the words out of his throat before he could speak them, and as he struggled to sputter through his silence, he was lifted off his feet and held high by his weird guardian.“Moloch is in the house. Hide, boyto look back.The guardian had vanished.The photograph was nowhere to be seen.Moloch is in the house.Fric fled the library, sprinting for the conservatory by the shortest route., for God’s sake, hide.”With that, Mysterious Caller threw Fric as though he were only a bundle of rags, but threw him with a magical knack that prevented [557] him from crashing hard into furniture. Instead, he tumbled in slow motion across the library, over the club chairs and tables, past the islands of bookshelves.As he rotated on a curious axis, head over heels, Fric saw the photograph of the pretty lady, his make-believe mom, which had slipped out of his pocket and now drifted lazily beside him through the air, in his sphere of influence. Like an astronaut reaching for a floating tube of food in the gravity-free environment of a space shuttle high in orbit, he grasped for the picture but could not quite close his hand on it.Abruptly he hit the floor on both feet, near the Christmas tree that was hung with angels, hit the floor running, whether he wanted to run or not, as if his legs were spellcast to churn him out of here.Past the tree, at the open door to the library, he turned

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back to you on that.”“All right. I’ll be in my quarters for a little while, then in the kitchen.”“I think we have wine this evening, don’t you?” Fric asked. “A good Merlot.”“Oh, really? Should I also just pack my bags, arrange for a taxi, if he hadn’t believed that the Face might, in fact, have reacted to his son’s drinking in pretty your father would never find out. But you’re forgetting about She Who Cannot Be Deceived.”Fric whispered, “McBee.”Ethan nodded. “McBee.”Fric said, “I’ll have Pepsi.”“With or without ice?”“Without.”“Good lad.”write myself a letter of dismissal in your father’s name, and be ready to leave as soon as you’ve passed out drunk?”[458] “He doesn’t need to know,” Fric said. “And if he knew, he’d just figure it was typical Hollywood-kid stuff, better booze than cocaine. He’d make me talk to Dr. Rudy to see maybe does the problem come from when I was the son of an emperor back in ancient Rome, when maybe I was traumatized by watching the stupid lions eat stupid people in the stupid Colosseum.”This cheeky rap would have seemed funnier to Ethan

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Two lengths of red tinsel. Only five sets of bells. The missing set, in the middle of the right-hand garland of tinsel, was the one that had been given to him as he lay dying.[380] A cold tremble, almost a pressure, moved slowly down the center with this man, seen before only in that dream, made the death in the ambulance seem real even though he still breathed, still lived.The shock of recognition was not mutual. The paramedic regarded Ethan with no greater interest than he might have shown toward any stranger.Hazard flashed his department ID. “What’s your name, sir?”“Cameron Sheen.”“Mr. Sheen, we need to know what calls this particular ambulance answered yesterday afternoon.”“What time exactly?” the paramedic asked.Hazard looked at Ethan, and Ethan found his voice. “Between five and six o’clock.”of his back, as if the fleshless tip of a skeletal finger were tracing his spine from cervical vertebrae to coccyx.Hazard said, “One set of bells is missing, but between us we have two.”“Maybe not. Maybe we have the same set.”“What do you mean?”Behind them, a man said, “May I help you?”Turning, Ethan saw the paramedic who had attended to him in the racing ambulance less than twenty-four hours ago.The discovery of the bells in his hand outside Forever Roses had already been one piece of dark magic too many. Now, to come face to face

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interest made him uneasy. If he were ever to puzzle his way through what had happened to him on this momentous day, he would need to keep superstition at bay and think logically.Nevertheless, when he stopped staring at the light on Line 24, he , Fredericka Nielander, Mrs. McBee had placed a yellow Post-it. With a pen, she had marked a section of the text.[284] Ethan read the piece from the beginning. Near the top of the second page, he found a reference to Aelfric. Freddie had told the interviewer that she and her son were “as thick as thieves,” and that wherever in the world her glamorous work might take her, they stayed in touch “with long found himself gazing at the three silvery bells on his desk. And could not easily look away.The last item in Mrs. McBee’s memo regarded the magazine that she had enclosed, the latest issue of Vanity Fair.She wrote: This publication arrived in the mail on Saturday, with several others and was, as usual, put on the proper table in the library. This morning, shortly after the young master had left the library, I discovered the magazine open to the page I’ve marked. This discovery had much to do with my reconsideration of the advice I’d given you regarding the matter of Christmas gifts.Between the second and third pages of an article about Fric’s mother

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Ethan shook his head. “Dunny died this morning at Our Lady of Angels.”Hazard pried a caramel from the roll, popped it in his mouth.“They can’t find his body,” Ethan said, for suddenly he sensed that Hazard already knew all this.Carefully folding the loose end of the wrapper over the exposed candy, Hazard said nothing.“They swear he was deadhow Dunny could be connected to Reynerd. I still don’t see how. Do you?”“You were one self-possessed dude at lunch, considering all this was churning through your head.”[240] “I thought I was going crazy, but I didn’t see how you’d be more likely to help me if I virtually told you I was losing my mind.”“So what happened after lunch?”Ethan recounted his visit to Dunny’s apartment, leaving nothing out except the strange elusive shape in the steam-clouded mirror.,” Ethan continued, “but considering how things work at the hospital morgue, he couldn’t have gotten out of there any way but on his own two feet.”Hazard returned the roll to his coat pocket. He sucked on the caramel, moving it around his mouth.“I’m sure he’s alive,” Ethan said.Finally Hazard looked at him again. “All this happened before we had lunch.”“Yeah. Listen, man, I didn’t mention it because I didn’t see

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cracking wasn’t necessary.If Dunny were half the man that he’d once been, and the wrong half, Ethan preferred not to come face to face with him. Over the years, taken peculiar turns; one final and still darker twist in the road could not be ruled out.The huge living room featured high-end contemporary sofas and stillness distilled. Only his breathing. His heart.Ethan went into the study to seek the source of a soft light.On the chinoiserie desk stood a bronze lamp with an alabaster shade. The buttery-yellow glow struck iridescent colors from the border of mother-of-pearl inlays.Previously a framed photograph of Hannah had been displayed on the desk. It was missing.Ethan recalled his surprise on discovering the photo during his first visit to the apartmentchairs, upholstered in wheat-colored silk. Tables, cabinets, and decorative objects were all Chinese antiques.Either Dunny had discovered a genie-stuffed lamp and had wished himself exquisite taste, or he’d employed a pricey interior designer.Here high above the olive trees, the big windows revealed the buildings across the street and a sky that looked like the soggy char and ashes of a vast, extinguished fire.Outside: a car horn in the distance, the low somber grumble of traffic up on Wilshire Boulevard.The June-bug jitter, scarab click, tumblebug tap of the beetle-voiced rain spoke at the window, click-click-click.In the living room,

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An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëove fanyar máryat Elentári ortanëar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;ar sindanóriello caita morniëi falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísiëuntúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.Si vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!`Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind, long years name of that Lady whom the Elves in these lands of exile name Elbereth.Suddenly the River swept round a bend, and the banks rose upon either side, and the light of Lórien was hidden. To that fair land Frodo never came again.The travellers now turned their faces to the journey; the sun was before them, and their eyes were dazzled, for all were filled with tears. Gimli wept numberless as the wings of trees! The long years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly. Who now shall refill the cup for me? For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars, from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds, and all paths are drowned deep in shadow; and out of a grey country darkness lies on the foaming waves between us, and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever. Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar! Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell! ' Varda is the openly.`I have looked the last upon that which was fairest,' he said to Legolas his companion. `Henceforward

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great mounting curves, and as it rose it grew loftier and wider. There were now no openings to other galleries or tunnels on either side, and the floor was level and sound, without pits or cracks. Evidently they had struck what once had been an important .Gandalf seemed pleased. `I chose the right way,' he said. `At last we are coming to the habitable parts, and I guess that we are not far now from the eastern side. But we are high up, a good deal higher than the Dimrill Gate, unless I am mistaken. From the feeling of the air we must be in a wide hall. I will now risk a little real light.'
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road; and they went forward quicker than they had done on their first march.In this way they advanced some fifteen miles, measured in a direct line east, though they must have actually walked twenty miles or more. As the road climbed upwards` Frodo's spirits rose a little; but he still felt oppressed, and still at times he heard, or thought he heard, away behind the Company and beyond the fall and patter of their feet, a following footstep that was not an echo.They had marched as far as the hobbits could endure without a rest, and all were thinking of a place where they could sleep, when suddenly the walls to right and left vanished. They seemed to have passed through some arched doorway into a black and empty space. There was a great draught of warmer air behind them, and before them the darkness was cold on their faces. They halted and crowded anxiously together

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seem. For this scroll concerns the Ring, and thus wrote Isildur therein:The Great Ring shall go now to be an heirloom of the North Kingdom; but records of it shall be left in Gondor, where also dwell the heirs of Elendil, lest a time come when the memory of these great matters shall grow dim.`And after these words Isildur described the Ring, such as he found it.
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said Denethor. And yet there lie in his hoards many records that few now can read, even of the lore-masters, for their scripts and tongues have become dark to later men. And Boromir, there lies in Minas Tirith still, unread, I guess, by any save Saruman and myself since the kings failed, a scroll that Isildur made himself. For Isildur did not march away straight from the war in Mordor, as some have told the tale.''Some in the North, maybe,' Boromir broke in. 'All know in Gondor that he went first to Minas Anor and dwelt a while with his nephew Meneldil, instructing him, before he committed to him the rule of the South Kingdom. In that time he planted there the last sapling of the White Tree in memory of his brother.'`But in that time also he made this scroll,' said Gandalf; `and that is not remembered in Gondor

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Your friends sprang aside, off the road, or they would have been ridden down. They knew that nothing could flood appeared, he rushed out, followed by Aragorn and the. others with flaming brands. Caught between fire and water, and seeing an Elf-lord revealed in his wrath, they were dismayed, and their horses were stricken with madness. Three were carried away by the first assault of the flood; the others were now hurled into the water by their horses and overwhelmed.''And is that the end of the Black Riders?' asked Frodo.'No,' said Gandalf. 'Their horses must have perished, and without them they are crippled. But the Ringwraiths themselves cannot be so easily destroyed. However, there is nothing more to fear from them at present. Your friends crossed after the flood had passed; and they found you lying on your face at the top of the bank, with a broken sword under you. The horse was standing guard beside you. You were pale and cold, and they feared that you were dead, or worse. Elrond's folk met them, carrying save you, if the white horse could not. The Riders were too swift to overtake, and too many to oppose. On foot even Glorfindel and Aragorn together could not with stand all the Nine at once.`When the Ringwraiths swept by, your friends ran up behind. Close to the Ford there is a small hollow beside the road masked by a few stunted trees. There they hastily kindled fire; for Glorfindel knew that a flood would come down, if the Riders tried to cross, and then he would have to deal with any that were left on his side of the river. The moment the you slowly towards Rivendell.'`Who made the flood?' asked Frodo.

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door of the lodge beyond it, there was a man sitting. He jumped up and fetched a lantern and looked over the gate at them in surprise.'What do you want, and where do you come from?' he asked gruffly.'We are making for the inn here,' answered Frodo. 'We are journeying east and cannot go further tonight.''Hobbits! Four hobbits! And what's more, out of the Shire by their talk,' said the gatekeeper, softly as if speaking to himself. He stared at them darkly for a moment, and then slowly opened the gate and let them ride through.'We don't often see Shire-folk riding on the Road at night,' he went on, as they halted a moment by his door. 'You'll pardon my wondering what takes you away east of Bree! What may your names be, might I ask?''Our names and our are our own, and this does not seem a good place to discuss them,' said Frodo, not liking the look of the man or the tone of his voice.'Your business is your own, no doubt,' said the man; 'but it's my ask questions after nightfall.''We are hobbits from Buckland, and we have a fancy to travel and to stay at the inn here,' put in Merry. 'I am Mr. Brandybuck. Is that enough for you? The Bree-folk used to be fair-spoken to travellers, or so I had heard.'