"Did she ask you to?" demanded Klett.
Lane shook his head. "She's got too much class for me. But I like what
she told me about Mars. It's healthy, like."
Klett frowned. "If I thought there was a gram of talent involved in your
capture of the Mayor, Lane, I'd never release you from duty. But I know
better. You beat that analogue computer by sheer stupidity--by
disregarding your cybrain."