“I have done it myself – so don’t worry. There are some slight discomforts....” “But none to equal that of Federal prison! I apologize for an unseemly thought. No offense given.” “Or taken. It all came about by accident one evening when the police were a little close behind me for comfort. I picked the lock on the service entrance of the local Macswineys, the very one That you will be visiting, and my pursuers lost my trail. While I waited for a safe period I examined the premises. Amazing! Operating at high speed all around me was the solution to the single problem that faces all fast-food chains. The cost of keeping even the highly underpaid and unskilled employees. Human beings are both intelligent and greedy. They tend to become skilled, then want more money for their work. The answer is to do away with human beings completely.” “Admirable solution. If you are finished with your crumplumps I just might nibble one or two while I listen to your fascinating documentary, “ I passed the greasy bag to him and went on. “Everything is mechanized. As the customer speaks his order the required item of food is ejected from the deep-frozen store into a super-voltage radar oven where it is instantly blasted to steamingly edible temperature. These ovens are so powerful that an entire frozen poreuswine can be exploded into steam and greasy particles in twelve microseconds. “ “Amazing!” “Beverages are dispensed with the same lightning speed. By the time a customer has finished speaking, his entire order is waiting. Behind a steel door, of course, until he has paid. The machinery is fully automatic and reliable and rarely touched by human hands. It is inspected weekly, while the frozen food store is replenished weekly as well. But not on the same day so that the vehicles don’t get in each other’s way.” “Crystal clear!” he cried aloud. “One makes one’s home, so to speak, in the machinery chamber. When the frozen store is replenished, access to it will be from outside the building and the living chamber will not be entered. On the day the machinery is inspected the occupant rests comfortably in the freezing room until the technicians leave. I assume there is a connecting door, easily found. Ahh, yes, the freezer-that explains the large and warm garment I found packed in with my clothes. But should there be an equipment failure...?” “The alarm sounds in the central repair depot and a mechanic is dispatched. I have also arranged for it to sound in the room as well to allow enough time to slip away. I have also made provision for unexpected visits by the engineering staff. An alarm sounds if a key is placed in the outer lock, which then jams for precisely sixty seconds. Any questions?” He laughed and reached out and patted my shoulder. “How could there be? You have thought of everything. Might I ask about reading matter and, how shall I phrase it delicately, sanitary facilities?” “Portable viewscope and library with your bedroll. All needed facilities already plumbed in for visiting technicians.” “I could ask for no more.” “But... I could.” I lowered my gaze-then raised it and steeled myself to speak. “You once told me that you were not in the acolyte-seeking business. Dare I ask you if you still feel that way? Or would you consider dallying the hours away with some lessons in criminal lore? Just to pass the time, so to speak.” Now it was his turn to lower his eyes. He sighed, then. spoke. “I had good reasons to reject your request. Good at the time, or so I believed. I have changed my mind. In gratitude for my rescue I would enroll you in my school of Alternate Life-styles for a decade or more. But I don’t believe you would like mere gratitude. That would not wear well, unless I have misread your character. I don’t relieve you rescued me just to gain my gratitude. So I therefore tell you, in all truth, that t look forward to passing on the few things I have learned down through the years. I look forward to our continuing friendship as well. “ I was overwhelmed. We were on our feet at the same time and shaking hands, laughing. His grip was like steel but I didn’t mind at all. It was I who turned away first, then looked at my watch.

“We have been here too long already and must not draw any attention. I shall drive on now-and the next stop will be the last one, for we will have arrived. Please exit quickly, enter the service door at once, and close it behind you. I’ll be back d5 soon as this van has been disposed of, so the next person to open the door will be me.” “At your orders, Jim. But speak-and I shall obey.” It was a boring drive but a necessary one. But bored I was not, for I was filled with plans and thoughts of the ftiture. I drove through street after street, stopping only once to charge the batteries at an automated service station. Then onward again, doomed forever to rumble through the back roads of Bit 0’ Heaven, watching the sun creep towards the horizon. To at last pull into the service road of the Biliville shopping center, now empty of traffic until morning, No one in sight. The Bishop passed me with a swish and the door slammed. The operation wa,s still going well and I was in a hurry to finish, but knew better than to rush now. No one saw me when I carried the boxes and equipment into the building and dumped them in my office. It was taking a chance, but it had to be done. The chances that the van would be noticed and remembered were slim. Before I drove away I sprayed the interior of the van with print-go, a solvent that destroys fingerprints and should be in common use by all criminals. Even bread-van thieves.

This was it. I could do no more. I parked the van at the end of a quiet suburban street and walked back into town. It was a warm night and I enjoyed the exercise. When I passed the pond in Biliville Park I heard a water bird calling out sleepily. I sat on the bench and looked out at the still surface of the pond. And thought about the ftiture and my destiny.

Had I really succeeded in breaking free with my old life? Was I to succeed in the life of crime that I so much wanted? The Bishop had promised to help me-and he was the only person on the planet who could.

I whistled as I walked towards the shopping center. Looking forward to a brilliant and exciting future. So involved in my thoughts that I ignored the occasional surface car that passed, barely aware of one stopping behind me.

“You there, kid, just a minute.” Without thinking I turned about, so distracted that I didn’t notice until too late that I was standing under the street light. The policeman sat in the car staring at me. I’ll never know why he stopped, what he wanted to talk to me about, because that thought fled his mind instantly. I could see recognition there as his eyes widened.

In my concern over The Bishop I had forgotten completely that I was still a wanted criminal and jail-breaker, that all the police had my photograph and description. And here I was strolling the streets bereft of any disguise or attempt at security. All these thoughts passed through my head and out my ear in the instant that he recognized me. Nor did I even have time for any mental kicks in the seat of my trousers.. “You’re Jimmy diGriz!” He seemed as surprised as I was. But not surprised enough to slow down his reflexes. Mine were still getting into gear by the time his were all through operating. He must have practiced that draw in the mirror every day because he was fast. Too fast.

As I was turning to run, the muzzle of his recoilless . 75 appeared in the open window.

“Gotcha!” he said. With a dirty, wide, evil law-enforcing smile.