“You really are a backwoods rube, aren’t you.”Īnd how. Koertig gave Telly a withering look as he took a final drag – right down to the brown filter – and stubbed out the butt. I’ve never heard of a town called ‘Tedford.’”Īssembler…no parents. It’s an easy trip and my assembler used to like to vacation among the hobgoblins in Telford. “At the very least you should know that Faerie lies just across the Nymph Channel from the Pluribus Union. “The woman who assembled me used to like to vacation in Faerie. The names are so close, I couldn’t help but wonder.” “Well, because my first name is Tedford – that’s where ‘Teddy’ comes from. “Telford? Why in the world would that interest you?” “I…I wanted to ask you about your name – your middle name.” What were the odds of him and this freaky pluriban sharing a name as odd and distinctive as that? He needed an answer. Manfred Koertig’s middle name being “Telford.” Telly found it all too strange and coincidental. “So, talk.”Ī question had been gnawing at his for days… this business of Dr. “Well… thanks, I guess.”Īnother plume of blue smoke headed toward the ceiling. Discourse with you is a pleasant respite from my interchanges with most of Falzon’s collection of troglodytes.” Koertig savored his cigarette, one deliberate drag after another. “But I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute.”
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