Well, if you've got it, use it.Well, if you've got it, use it. A few seconds later I had the answer, written in flaming letters across the sky. Well, I perceived them as flaming letters; actually, they were just biocybe projections over my perceived visual input. It's all in mine and Dave's heads. "I'll help," a voice said to my left. "If you'll let me." "Well, I haven't got a dozen hands," I said. "I appreciate it, Carroll." We headed down towards the shack together. It's the only bit of local architecture visible from sea. A small storage shack that I must have put here nearly five centuries ago, when I'd been annoyed that we'd had nothing cold to drink here. It was pretty easy to get six fitted sheets of insulation, a raddiv refrigeration unit, and then cover the thing with bamboo. Sometimes I'm impetuous, but sometime's it's the little things like this that get used, while the technology we think of as "really important" gets left behind. I opened the door; the shack is big enough to hold several Centaurs, and right now it was only half-stocked. I walked into the back; the oppressive heat of the day prickled off my skin as the cold wrapped itself around me. |