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“I’m just glad it turned out to be nothing.”
“Yup. Have a good one.”
“Fourth Ward.”
“Hey, I’m over in Two. I have a phone call holding for Mr. Joyce-
Vivian. I think it’s some kind of lawyer.”
“Has it been approved?”
“The guy says he spoke to Mrs. Marsh and she okay’d it.”
“Heh. Ian’s in one of his vegetable moods.”
“I’ve been trying to tell him that, yeah. But he keeps insisting on
speaking to him, saying there’s no restriction on his file that prevents it,
threatening to sue. It’s crazy.”
“Yup.”
“Can I transfer him to you? I ain’t got time for this, with all the shit
over that guy getting out last night.”
“Sure.”
“Pennhurst State Hospital, how may I direct your call?”
“Fourth Ward, please.”
“One moment.”
“Fourth Ward.”
“Hi. My name is Anthony Pierce, I’m representing Microsoft. I was
told you could put me in touch with Mr. Joyce-Vivian?”
“I could, sir, but Ian is non-verbal. Wouldn’t do you any good, see.”
“What do you mean, non-verbal? This guy owns three patents for
advanced database pathfinding heuristics and two for flinching.”
“Flinching?”
“Programming term. I could go into it, but it’s terribly complicated
and completely besides the point. The man’s a genius, and we’re gonna
make him rich. Or sue him. It depends on what he has to say about it.”
“Um, he’s a charity case, sir. Ward of the hospital.”
“So we sue the hospital. Funny how these things work, isn’t it? Can I
get your name, please.”
“Why?”
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