We're Friends, Now

The little man stood in front of themonstrous machine as the synapticdrone heightened to a scream. No ...no, he whispered. Don\'t youunderstand.... Show Excerpt ld be resolved into neo-Euclidian equations!" "Why?" Arnold was suddenly irritable. "It\'s been done a thousand times before!" "Of course," shrugged Beardsley. "And it\'s really up to ECAIAC, isn\'t it? A Prime can be negated, while on the other hand a variant can shift from possible to Logical to Prime. Or am I wrong? I\'ve never been up on the mechanics." Arnold grunted. "There\'s bound to be some correlatory shift! The Primes--how many did you say?" "Three as of now." Arnold rose abruptly, then strode to the alco-mech and dialled himself another drink. He took an uncommonly long time about it. "Look," he said, "we both know about these things! In a case like this there are bound to be political repercussions--" He hit Beardsley with a gauging glance. "Well," he blurted, "I have to admit I\'m damn curious! Mind telling me who are the three Primes? Ah--strictly off the record, you understand." Beardsley had expected something like this, and he was quite ready to answer; bu