Merely the latest demonstration of why the Original Cyberpunk is the most undeservingly unappreciated science fiction writer today.
He was waiting there for me, in the good chair. “Hello, Bruce.”
“Hello, Mr. President.”
“Please, call me Dick.”
I tried to. I couldn’t. “Sorry, sir. I can’t. Even Jack Bauer would call you ‘Mr. President.'”
He frowned. “Jack who?”
“Never mind. It’s good to see you again, sir.”
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