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asked.
    She smiled mischievously again. "You're cute. Handsome, even."
    He rolled his eyes.
    "No, that's not it," she corrected.
    "Thanks, Raven."
    "It's more that you're curious. That you think. That you question. That you explore."
    "Like you."
    "Maybe like me." She sipped from the pail, setting it down. "So. Have you decided why you do?"
    He sat back. "I don't understand what you mean by that."
    "Well… what do you do?"
    "I work on software at Microcore. Dumb stuff. I hate it."
    "Why?"
    "Because it's pointless. Right now they've got me on a project called a Meeting Minder. It tracks your schedule and analyzes its patterns, prescheduling based on your past activity. The goal is to make the next year as close to the last one as possible, for maximum efficiency. They're expecting a best-seller."
    "I know it's dumb. I meant, why do you work on it?"
    He looked at her in surprise. "Because it's my job. Everyone has a job."
    "Why?"
    " 'United Corporations has the right job, in the right place, for everyone,' " he quoted.
    "No, why?" She looked impatient, as if he were slow.
    He felt irritated. "What do you do?"
    "I'm an investigator."
    "Investigating what?"
    She waved her hand. "Here. This. Now. Me. And you."
    "Not exactly the wilderness."
    "Something that's been explored by others can still be a wilderness to you, if it's your first time."
    He looked around. "Well, you've got me lost."
    "Do you like being lost?"
    "I don't know." Was this a conversation or an interrogation? "It's not a question that occurred to me."
    "Sorry. I ask a lot of things, don't I? I'm curious too."
    "I'm not mindless like that janitor robot, Raven."
    "I didn't say you were."
    "You imply it by acting superior with your 'whys.' I think, I read, I have hobbies. I just built a catapult. I'm on a career track but I'm also my own man and I have adventures in my own way. Right now I'm trying to hack into Microcore's expense database. I want to put my bosses' obscene work charges on the corporate intra-web."
    She looked interested at that. "Why?"
    "Why, why," he mimicked. "You're like a two-year-old. Why? To elevate the gossip. To show I can."
    "What's the point?"
    "The point is that there is no point."
    She began to nod, then shook her head. "I understand your point about pointlessness. But hacking into expense accounts is kind of juvenile, don't you think?"
    "It's just a different kind of investigation, no different than this tunnel. I'm also in touch with the cyber underground."
    "You mentioned that before. A bunch of people pretending, right? Rebels without a cause?"
    "It's people who think for themselves. I think you'd be intrigued, if you tried it."
    "Perhaps," she conceded. "But what's there to see, really?"
    "You learn what's truly going on, without the United Corporations spin." He wanted to impress her. "You can use it to wake up."
    "But do you really believe that stuff? I mean, I heard it was… crackpot."
    "They put me inside another company, Raven. They let me download its secret."
    Now she looked intrigued. She sat up straighter, tucking her legs beneath her. "What secret?" As conspiratorial as a schoolgirl.
    "Well, I don't know…"
    She leaned back, disappointed. "Rumors, right?"
    "No, this was real." Could he trust her? Here was a soul mate, he hoped. Someone who felt like he did. "A file. Genetic plans by this company to modify cereal grains to transmit disease to insects."
    She took another sip of water, watching him. "Bugs? What's wrong with that?"
    What was wrong with it? It seemed less sinister when he tried to describe it. Was this really worthy of a truth cookie? Suddenly he was less certain. "It might wipe out whole species. It messes with the environment."
    "Oh." She thought. "There's been a reform law, hasn't there? It's probably okay if all these scientists are working on it, don't you think? What company?"
    He was discouraged at her reaction but didn't want to back down. "GeneChem."
    "Never heard of them. But to play devil's advocate,