The cabal still met on the sixth floor of the library, but that was a very different place now. Robert came up in the elevator, avoiding the Hacekeans and their Library Militant. Nevertheless, sticking to reality was difficult. Theodor Geisel still held the lobby, but the administration was franchising mind and touch space everywhere else. Scooch-a-mouti characters had infested the basement. H. P. Lovecraft's were said to lurk in the farther underground, in what had been noncirculating storage.

And the sixth floor… was empty, stripped to the bare shelving. From the elevator entrance at the middle of the floor, Robert could see through skeletal shelving all the way to the windows. The book shredders had come and gone. In the southeast corner, the conspirators were hunkered down like twentieth-century socialists plotting empire in the midst of their obvious ruin.

"So what's held up the Library Militant invasion?" Robert said, and waved at the stark reality of the empty stacks.

Carlos replied, "A delay in finding the newest haptics is the official explanation. In fact, it's politics. The Scoochi partisans want this floor for their universe. The Library Militant is resisting. The administration may disappoint them both and make this floor a simulation of what libraries were like when they were real."

"But with fake imagery of the books, right?"

"Yup." Tommie was smiling. "What do you expect? Meantime we still have the floor to ourselves."

"We are not defeated, gentlemen." Winnie's face was stern. "We've known for weeks now that this was inevitable. We've lost a major battle. But it is only the first battle in the war." He glanced at Tommie.

Parker pointed at the LED on his computer. "The deadzone is in place. It's time to resume our seriously criminal conspiratizing." He was smiling, but his gaze swept across them, catching each in the eye. "Okay. I've done my research. I can get us into the steam tunnels. I've even arranged festivities that will get the lab staff out of our way. I can get us to the shredda containers, and I have the aerosol glue. We can cause the Librareome Project and Huertas in particular a whole lot of pain. Of course, it won't stop progress on this sort of thing, but it will — "

Winnie gave a grunt. "We've already agreed that a permanent stop is impossible. But if we can block the jerks who use the most destructive methods — well, that will have to suffice."

"Righto, Dean. That's exactly what we can do. It's all set up, just missing one critical ingredient." His gaze slid across to Robert.

Such is the power of common sense that Robert hesitated almost a third of a second. Then he reached into his pocket and retrieved the plastic box the Stranger had provided. "Check this out, Tommie."

Parker's eyebrows went up. "Hey, I'm impressed. I expected a paper napkin or something." He glanced at his laptop's display and then picked up the box. "This looks like a biosample kit." In fact, the box was now showing colorful labels announcing just that function. "How did you do it?"

Yes, how? Robert couldn't think of truth or lie that would make any sense.

Tommie mistook his silence. "No, no don't tell me. I should be able to figure it out for myself." Tommie smiled down at the box for a moment. Then he slipped it into his pocket.

"Okay. We're all set then. Now we've got to decide on a time." Rivera leaned forward. "Soon. There's too much lab construction between quarters."

"Yup. And there are other constraints. You wouldn't believe the prep I've had to do. I'm netted to consultants up the yinyang. Don't worry, Dean, none of them see more than a small part of what I'm doing. I'm getting to be a real expert at affiliance." Tommie was having a hell of a good time. "I can make this work, guys! Hey, it will be like the good old days — well, maybe not for you, Carlos; you weren't even born back then." He grinned at Winnie and Robert. Robert had gone on those hikes underground often, but they'd been impressive enough, trekking through hundreds of feet of tunnel and then popping up in buildings that were dark and empty and largely unfinished. Sometimes there had been stairs in the stairwells, and sometimes not.

Winnie Blount was smiling a little now, too. "Yeah, the Myasthenic Spelunker Society." He frowned, remembering more. "We were lucky we didn't break our necks." That comment was from the side of the desk where Winnie had lived most of his life, the administrator with nightmares about liability and litigation.

"Yup. It was more fun than gaming, and a lot more dangerous. Anyway, that was back before computers — at least as we understand the term now. Today things are way different, but with my research and this bioprofile from Robert, I can get us past all the watchdog automation. At least, if we get the timing right." He typed briefly on his laptop. "Okay, here's the latest. There are three short time slots in the next six weeks when all the security holes line up."

"When is the first?" said Winnie.

"Real soon. A week from next Monday." He spun his laptop around so the others could see. "We'd go in through Pilchner Hall." He launched into an extended discussion of how he would manage the adventure. "… And here is where the tunnel forks off campus. Once we get past that, we can walk almost half a mile, out under the old General Genomics site."

"Huertas's labs are just north of that," said Rivera.

"Yup. And ten-to-one odds we can get in there and do our stuff — and maybe even get out!"

Neither Rivera nor Blount seemed discomfited by this prospectus. After a moment, Winnie said, "We really can't postpone things. I vote for a week from Monday."

"Yeah, me too," said Robert.

"Wo tongyi . Yes."

"Okay then!" Tommie spun his laptop back and made a notation. "Come wearing, but I'll supply new clothes and all necessary electronics. I — "

Winston Blount interrupted: "There's one other thing, Tommie."

"Uh, oh."

"It's not a big thing, but it could get us the right publicity."

"Hmm."

"I propose that we bring along a remote presence, that Sharif fellow."

"That's insane ?" Tommie hopped to his feet and then abruptly sat down again. "You want a remote presence? Don't you understand? You won't even be wearing down there."

Winnie smiled cajolingly. "But you'll be bringing electronics, Tommie. Couldn't we support his presence through that?"

Parker gargled on his indignation. "How do you think remote presence works, Dean?"

"um, it's just a kind of overlay."

"As far as display goes, that's true. But it's not local. Behind the pretty imagery, there's high-rate comm and forwarding through ambient micro-lasers. There are no random networks down in the tunnels. Everything I've planned depends on us being very quiet, in particular not using any lab nodes. What you want is — " He shook his head in disbelief.

Robert looked at Blount. "I don't understand either. Just a couple of weeks ago we shut Sharif out as a security risk."

Winnie's face reddened, just as in the old days when Robert nailed him in a faculty meeting.

Robert raised his hand. "I'm just wondering, Winston. Honest."

After a second, Winnie nodded. "Okay. Look, I was never down on the guy. We've met him in person, right here at the library. He appears to be a sincere student. He's honestly interviewing you, right?"

When he's not the Stranger or Mr. SciFi, yeah . Robert realized that just a word from him now and the whole scheme might be abandoned. He had not imagined that betrayal could be such a full-time job: "Yes. His questions are often foolish, but they're very academic."

"There you are! My point is that if things do not go one hundred percent our way, we want an outsider to present our view, ideally someone who has seen exactly what we're doing. It could mean the difference between going silently to jail — and making an effective moral statement."