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The Mind Games Part .45 navy pattern colt.The Mind Games: Part ‘1911 Navy pattern’ Colt .45“Why me, Dr Carrington?” I pleaded, “and what FOR?”Quaternity-Trinity-Tiffany-Cat Carrington turned to towards me and said, “Because you were the only one who qualified, whom we knew enough about and trusted… and who would volunteer!”I was aghast. “WHAT? You mean to say I volunteered for all this ‘reliving my life’ business? HOW?”Tiffany left the PC display showing the the art site home page with the strange classical Greek name and swivelled on my chair towards me. I was still standing at the now closed door just inside my own front parlour."By signing a consent form to be surgically opened and the brain removed pre-morten when you were terminal and before any further damage could take place, and also…”“What kind of game is this? How did I ‘qualify’, who the hell WAS I?”“After you left the AAASU, whi
If I'm Mad How Can I Tell? That's The Catch-44.The Mind Games Catch-44The stairs that had led down from the Taj Mahal to the discoteque now led up from the wine cellar to the pantry in the Observatory kitchen. I’d been there before, so I bid the assembled doctors, computer engineers and philosopher a very good night, thanked them for the blow and left by the back door before the officious little dwarf could show me out of the front one.I walked through the service yard, nearly tripping over a group of cats which were unaccountably nuzzling my ankles. One of them stood on its hind legs to sniff at the stash box. “You’re local cats, aren’t you?”, I said, putting the box down, “There’s nothing for you in here!” I opened the box.A dried tarpon with two holes in it that was already going stiff and curling up a bit just about filled the centre of it. I was crushed. The cats were delighted, except for a rangey little Siamese that I’d never seen in the Village before.“Maow!