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    “I can always count on you for the tough jobs,” Mayer said. “I’ve got a new project you might be interested in.” He put a friendly arm around my shoulder and led me away from Vincent. “Nobody knows this,” he said, “but there’s a possibility of a merger between ILMGM and Viamount, and if it goes through, my boss and his girlfriends’ll be a dead issue.”
    How does Heada do it? I thought wonderingly.
    “It’s still just in the talking stages, of course, but we’re all very excited about the prospect of working with a great company like Viamount.”
    Translation: It’s a done deal, and scrambling isn’t even the word. I looked down at Mayer’s hands, half expecting to see blood under his fingernails.
    “Viamount’s as committed as ILMGM is to the making of quality movies, but you know how the American public is about mergers. So our first job,
if this
thing goes through, is to send them the message: ‘We care.’ Do you know Austin Arthurton?”
    Sorry, Heada, I thought, it’s another pimping job.
    “What’s the job?” I said. “Didging in Arthurton’s girlfriend? Boyfriend? German shepherd?”
    “Jesus, no!” he said, and looked around to make sure nobody’d heard that. “Arthurton’s totally straight, vegetarian, clean, a real Gary Cooper type. He’s completely committed to convincing the public the studio’s in responsible hands. Which is where you come in. We’ll supply you with a memory upgrade and automatic print-and-send, and I’ll have you paid on receipt through the feed.” He waved thedisk of his old boss’s girlfriend at me. “No more having to track me down at parties.” He smiled.
    “What’s the job?”
    He didn’t answer. He looked around the room, twitching. “I see a lot of new faces,” he said, smiling at a Marilyn in yellow feathers.
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. “Anything interesting?”
    Yes, up in my room, and I want to flash on her, not you, Mayer, so get to the point.
    “ILMGM’s taken some flack lately. You know the rap: violence, AS’s, negative influence. Nothing serious, but Arthurton wants to project a positive image—”
    And he’s a real Gary Cooper type. I was wrong about its being a pimping job, Heada. It’s a slash-and-burn.
    “What does he want out?” I said.
    He started to twitch again. “It’s not a censorship job, just a few adjustments here and there. The average revision won’t be more than ten frames. Each one’ll take you maybe fifteen minutes, and most of them are simple deletes. The comp can do those automatically.”
    “And I take out what? Sex? Chooch?”
    “AS’s. Twenty-five a movie, and you get paid whether you have to change anything or not. It’ll keep you in chooch for a year.”
    “How many movies?”
    “Not that many. I don’t know exactly.”
    He reached in his suit pocket and handed me an opdisk like the one I’d given him. “The menu’s on here.”
    “Everything? Cigarettes? Alcohol?”
    “All addictive substances,” he said, “visuals, audios, and references. But the Anti-Smoking League’s already taken the nicotine out, and most of the movies on the list have only got a couple of scenes that need to be reworked. A lot of them are already clean. All you’ll have to do is watch them, do a print-and-send, and collect your money.”
    Right. And then feed in access codes for two hours. A wipe was easy, five minutes tops, and a superimpose ten, even working from a vid. It was the accesses that were murder.Even my River Phoenix-watching marathon was nothing compared to the hours I’d spend reading in accesses, working my way past authorization guards and ID-locks so the fibe-op source wouldn’t automatically spit out the changes I’d made.
    “No, thanks,” I said, and tried to hand him back the disk. “Not without full access.”
    Mayer looked patient. “You know why the authorization codes are necessary.”
    Sure. So nobody can change a pixel of all those copyrighted