before.
âNow youâre picking on me.â
She pats my hand. âIâm sorry, Cameron. Ever since I heard about your machine Iâve thought it would be cool to try it. I guess Iâm a little jealous of you.â
âEven though you read rumors about animals coming through scrambled?â
âAh, who knows if thatâs true? You read all kinds of garbage. In fact, according to some of the posts to alt.transmit.conspiracy, mystery man over there is a covert agent watching to see if you go berserk.â
ââAlt.transmit.conspiracyâ?â
âYou bet. Of course, itâs hard to know what to believe.â
âI donât understand. If this is common knowledge on the underground Internet, youâd think
60 Minutes
or something like that would be all over it.â
âYou think they would let the news media ruin their precious little invention?â
âThey? Who is they?â
âWhoever is paying to develop the technology.â
âHow could âtheyâ conceal bad transmissions from the press? That sounds a little hard to believe.â
âNot really. Guys with powerâI mean
real
powerâcan do whatever they want. Itâs like a networkâgovernment leaders, corporate chairmen, televangelistsâtheyâre societyâs demigods, only instead of Mount Olympus they have Aspen. Or Switzerland. Or the Caymââ
âSounds like youâve thought about this before.â
âSure I have. I mean, a lot of people would say, âSheâs just an erotic dancer. What does she know?â And maybe they have a right to, because my line of work isnât exactly the noblest vocation in the world. But thatâs what those big shots do to guys like you. Maybe you make a hundred thousand dollars a year, have a four-bedroom house, and say, âHey, Iâve made it. Iâm living the American dream.â But still, the
really
big shots rule the food chain. You eat me for lunch, but they eat you.â
âBeing an erotic dancer doesnât mean anything when it comes to brains,â I say. âSounds like youâre smarter than I am.â
Her smile makes me feel like a pubescent boy. I could fall in love with those teeth, let alone the rest of her bodily wonders. But at the same time I canât get past the fact that sheâs familiar with NeuroStor and their transmission technology. I mean, how unlikely is that? How many others have the same information she does?
âI just canât believe you know about this. Imagine how much of a moron it makes me that
you
knew but
I
didnât. I work there, for Christâs sake!â
âI wouldnât beat yourself up over it, Cameron. I read all kinds of conspiracy shit. Usually itâs alien abduction and JFK assassination trivia and stuff like that. I didnât even know for sure that the transmission thing was true until you verified it for me with that poker face of yours.â
Crystal smiles at me as she finishes the strawberry daiquiri. She has beaten me and she knows it. I didnât even know there was a contest.
âBefore I forget,â she says, âwhy donât you drop me a line when you get back to Houston? Iâd really like to know how the return trip goes. You
are
going back the same way you came, right?â
âI am.â
âHow long are you going to be in Phoenix?â
âA couple of days.â
âAnyway, my e-mail address is easy to remember:
[email protected]. Spell the word
two
, donât use the number.â
âTwo peaks?â
âItâs a play on words. Sounds like my breasts, but actually I moved here from Flagstaff. The San Francisco Mountains are north of town, and we call the biggest one âThe Peaks.â Itâs a private joke.â
âThe San Francisco Mountains are in Arizona?â
âYep. A couple hours north of here. Itâs actually very