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there is also Doc who can speak of it directly. He uses paper."
"Paper?"
"Plato's forms. I wouldn't mind filling in some myself."
A small smile cracked the scientist's visage. "And where is this 'Doc'—this unsung genius who has found a purpose for either paperwork or philosophy, both of which I had previously considered completely useless."
"He's over in the rat section," said Mike Capra, almost standing up to go and fetch him before he remembered what was attached to him.
"You'd better disconnect that thing," said the scientist, pointing to Capra's lap. "He has no concentration span, and he nearly forgot it and disturbed my concentration. I know we should see blowing his nuts off as evolution in action, but still. He's supposed to be one of the finest minds in the legal profession, which probably makes him almost good enough for Physics 101. That's a rare thing in the law. I suppose we should preserve it, more as a curiosity than anything else."
"You're slipping, Dr. Liepsich. That could almost be a compliment," said Mike Capra.
"It was," said the physicist. "Why don't one of you unwire him, one of you go and fetch this rat-philosopher, and the third one tell me just how you came to undo this programming? We've been struggling to work out how to do that in theory. Maybe a