Rabbi Gabrielle's Defiance Read Online Free PDF

Levis and
a light yellow T-shirt. His frame appeared thinner than portrayed
in news pictures and his stature, taller. A broad face advertised
his Korean lineage. Slender lips opened naturally in a manner that
gave the appearance of a perpetual smile.
    Lyle was still trying to control his
rebellious minions when Kye placed a hand on his shoulder to urge
him aside. He deposited a slender laptop on the lectern and, in a
fluid movement, flipped open its protective cover. A couple of
punches on the keyboard and the logo of Politicstoday , flashed onto an enormous screen behind
him, accompanied by digital music with an attention getting
beat.
    "Okay, Ladies and Gentleman," he said after
testing the lapel mike for amplification through the loudspeakers.
"I don't mind heckling. Say whatever you want. Go ahead and bang
your cups. But remember, I've got control of the computer and he
who controls cyberspace, controls the argument."
    That declaration produced scattered
expressions of amusement. Music rerouted through laptop speakers on
the tables drowned out the banging of cups.
    "Do me a favor, please," he said. "I think I
have strong opposition over on the right. People who wish to
register their discontent, please sit in front of your laptops.
Then place your angry teacups before the camera of your laptop.
Once I have a cup to wrestle with, will the table monitor please
yell out the table number."
    A voice on the right called "Table
seventy-four." A few seconds later, additional monitors identified
Tables 67 and 18. Kye immediately punched these numbers on his
keyboard and an image of a teacup from Table 74 appeared on the
giant screen behind him. The images of cups from Tables 67 and 18
showed as insets in the upper corners.
    "That's good," Kye said. "Now, if my critics
wish, strike the cup with a spoon. Go ahead, please."
    From Table 74, a knife made contact with the
cup. At first the sound was restricted to the table itself, but Kye
adjusted his laptop to reroute through the banquet room's loud
speakers.
    "Now for a while I'll dedicate part of the
screen to my opposition and let the rest of you join in. Talk or
bang as you wish. For practice, I'm going to ask everybody at this
luncheon to pick up a spoon, strike a cup or plate and let's make a
real racket."
    Two or three diners followed the
instructions. Eventually, others got into the spirit, including
Gabby. Before long, almost everybody was participating in the
clatter. Kye let this continue for a full minute, until the
exercise struck people as childish. The words TIME OUT NOW Kye
typed on his keyboard immediately transferred to the overhead
screen. A wagging cartoon finger scolded the last of those striking
their cups.
    As sound dropped away, the Politicstoday logo reappeared.
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    On each laptop appeared a video of Reginald
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