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I swallowed a painkiller and looked around at my drooping, sack-eyed assistants who had shared the sleepless seventy-two hour task. Lady Luck was still galloping along at my shoulder because my toe-amputator was dragging me, stretcher and all, into a good-sized room. He undoubtedly realized that any interruption would only lengthen my explanation, not shorten it. And my Angel wanted me to interpose my frail flesh between her and the killers. There didnt seem to be any need for caution. A party or parties unknown had neatly warped the ship construction program to their own ends. We are not the same, I insisted, but there was no conviction in my voice. Very good, very good indeed, I said, looking into the mirror and watching my fingers press a strangers face.