“Who is Richie? Why was he a shit? Why did you kill him?” “We didn’t!” A little tremble in the mental voice. Gray: what if it was his concepts that had no meaning? He hated being in this position. Yet now he was imprisoned by these concepts, and would be as long as the core being of Jonesy remained unabsorbed. Gray”-that was not his concept of himself or the species-mind of which he was a part he did not even like to think of himself as “he,” for he was both sexes and neither. For one thing, he didn’t like thinking of himself as “Mr. Gray’s mind and his alone was increasingly annoying. Having this barricaded mutineer in what by now should have been Mr. Gray, unsure what a dream was, didn’t bother responding. “Maybe you should have killed me in the hospital. “But you’ve never had a situation like this, have you? You’ve never had someone you can’t get at.” Was Jonesy taunting him? Mr. I’m the last one.” “And you never lose.” “Right,” Mr.
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