"Well, no. But with all that stuff in Newsday , think of the options! The book! The trid! The simsense—well, no, not that, I shouldn’t think. But we can’t ignore the New York media’s desire to wring dry every last dollar from something before they go on to exploit something else. Some little chancer may still find you a worthwhile target for harassment, but I’ve got an idea." He beckoned and Serrin followed, uncertainly. Michael threw open the doors of an absurdly large closet.