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recognition. Is the circuit down? I've got my list of contacts and I can probably restore it from here."
    "No, the circuit's fine. Listen, I need you to go with me to Indonesia. My sponsors want to have a conference and they want me to bring anyone from the team that I feel I need. The scenario hasn't changed -except to get more detailed- and I know you're interested in that. Actually, your friend Mr. Woo suggested that I bring you. I'm going to bring Ted and Janet too. But you have to have a passport."
    Sally settled into the third lane behind a cruising Mercedes and considered the proposition. She had her local clients settled down again. She had a current passport, but she had only traveled through Europe, so Indonesia sounded like an adventure. And then there was the factor of Ted. Something interesting might happen out of all of this. "How are you going to get there?" she asked.
    "Through Atlanta, of course." Bill replied. If you die and go to heaven or hell around here, you've got to go through Atlanta first. I can have first class tickets waiting for you at the Delta counter in the Atlanta airport tomorrow morning. They are taking care of the entry visas.The flight leaves Atlanta for JFK at noon.
    They arranged the details and then she downshifted to fourth gear and caught the exit ramp to her next appointment.
    At 1 1:40 the next day she boarded a 777 crowded with New Yorkers returning from Florida beach vacations. She could tell who they were by their attitudes and burnt flesh.
    At 1 1:55 there was still an empty seat next to her in the spacious cabin and two empty seats in front. She wondered if she should get off if Wirtz and the others didn't make the flight, but then she thought that she had the tickets and might as well go on. At about one minute before noon, the three of them came through the door carrying baggage. She stood up to letWirtz in and he even gave her a quick hug. Ted gave her a big smile and a hollow-eyed stringy-haired Janet smiled thinly. "Whew!" Bill said. "The airport train is out and we had to run all the way from concourse D to concourse A. Ted almost had to carry Janet, but we made it."
    The next 15 hours were a mix of movies, naps, a novel, and seemingly endless food in first class.They changed planes in JFK, Frankfurt, and Singapore. At one point, Sally complained, "Aren't we going the wrong way? I thought we should be going West to get to Indonesia. It's down by Australia!"
    Janet had studied airline schedules for much of the trip. She turned around in her seat and observed, "When it's on
    the other side of the world, it doesn't matter which way you go. But I figure we're each getting over ten thousand frequent flyer miles each way with a 50% bonus for first class. So when we get back we'll have enough miles to take a trip!"
    Wirtz moaned with the rest at the thought of more flying, but then he carried on in a more practical note, "But the distances don't matter anymore. Low cost shipping makes it more economical to ship raw materials one way and to return them the other way as finished goods than it is to fabricate the finished goods in North America. Look at you. You can create a communications span across the Pacific with just a few phone calls."
    "Yeah, that and a limitless checkbook." Sally replied.
    Ted had said little during the trip. He looked as rumpled as they all did, but when he got up to move around the cabin he didn't appear as stiff or stooped as the other passengers. At one point he and Sally had traded magazines, but they hadn't said much else. Janet, on the other hand, was apparently a binary creature. She was either dead asleep or animated. She spent so much of her time turned around in her seat talking to Bill that Sally finally insisted that they swap seats. Bill, she noticed, didn't seem to object.
    She settled next to Ted and said, "Well, what do you think of all this?"
    Ted looked at her and said, "The airplane? I guess it's all right."
    Sally tried once more, "No,