"That's quite enough, Chiang," intoned Justice Tadasuke. "You may enjoy your cantankerous reputation, but now you're just being rude."

Before Chief Justice Lee could retort, Manny spoke up. "If it please the court, I will swear that my opening statement is not the one that I had prepared, and will accept a psyche audit to verify my statement. In fact, I am prepared to give, based on new information given to me only minutes ago, an entirely new statement."

This brought a gasp from the crowd, and even Chief Justice Lee was momentarily silenced by the declaration. Justice Tadasuke spoke into the gap. "That will not be necessary, Mr. Black. Please proceed."

Manny leaped from behind the desk and began pacing in front of the bench.

"If it please the court, I must admit that I've had a difficult time with this case. I'll even admit that part of that difficulty arose from the very simple fact that I was probably going to lose."

This brought a chuckle from the spectator section, and even the justices had to contain their laughter at such an open admission. The only one not laughing was Janet Delgado.

"But part of my difficulty," continued Manny, "was in trying to find a way for my client, Mr. Justin Cord, to address the legitimate needs of society without sacrificing his sense of freedom. I think we can all agree that we're a society that prides itself on the rights of the individual versus the rights of the government or society to force someone into an action contrary to their character or wishes. In fact, written in the Preamble to our Constitution is that cherished notion, and I quote, 'We the people of the Terran Confederation, to ensure domestic tranquility, keep the peace, and protect the individual from the arbitrary, unjust, and immoral depredations of society and government do hereby enact this Constitution.' I think we can also all agree that government does not have the right to take from a man what he does not want to give unless a compelling reason can be shown."

Manny stopped pacing and looked directly at Janet Delgado, who, at this point, could only meet his look with a steely glare. "The prosecution in its opening," he continued, "has done a superb job of alluding that damage has been done and that Justin Cord must contribute to this society as any other person must. A government that cannot pay its bills or enforce its laws is either useless or worse, a danger to the very people it claims to protect." Manny paused and the crowd unconsciously leaned forward. "I hereby, in front of this esteemed bench and auditorium of legal witnesses, agree to everything everything that the prosecution said as being true. In fact, I will not contest a single point about the need for my client to pay his due." There was an immediate buzz from around the court. As far as anyone could understand, Manny had just conceded the case to Janet Delgado and the government. All eyes were on Janet, and no one could understand why she wasn't smiling at what should have been her moment of glory. that the prosecution said as being true. In fact, I will not contest a single point about the need for my client to pay his due." There was an immediate buzz from around the court. As far as anyone could understand, Manny had just conceded the case to Janet Delgado and the government. All eyes were on Janet, and no one could understand why she wasn't smiling at what should have been her moment of glory.

Manny approached the bench. "I understand the court's desire to hurry the case along, which is why I won't bother to contest the prosecution's well-argued points." He spoke directly to Chief Justice Lee. "That should save you half the trial, Your Honor."

The chief justice was baffled. "Ms. Delgado, did you have anything to present to the court other than the evidence concerning Mr. Cord's need to pay?"

Janet spoke through pursed lips. "No, Chief Justice, I do not."

Justice Watanabe perked up. "So then, the prosecution rests?"

"If I may reserve the right to reopen, then yes," Janet said, "the prosecution rests-depending, of course, on defense's arguments."

The buzzing in the chamber redoubled as the trial took a direction that nobody had anticipated. Justin was even more confused. Of all the strategies he'd discussed with Manny, outright surrender had not been one of them.

Chief Justice Lee cautioned the crowd. "I will have silence in this court or clear the room." The room quieted down immediately. Lee consulted with his colleagues and they rapidly agreed.

"Your request is granted, Ms. Delgado, but I don't see why you need it. Mr. Black just conceded the case and, I might add, squandered the court's time."

"If I may, Your Honor," interrupted Manny, "I have conceded the prosecution's argument, but not her conclusions."

Justice Pac spoke for the first time. "One must follow the other, Mr. Black."

"I must beg to differ, Your Honor. It is obvious to all that Justin Cord must contribute for the services he gets from society, but he does not need to incorporate incorporate to do that. The Constitution provides for another way. I will prove to this court that Justin Cord has the right to choose his method of payment. He may incorporate, but he also has the right"-Manny hesitated, knowing that what he was about to say would have reverberations far beyond the confines of the packed chamber-"to be taxed." to do that. The Constitution provides for another way. I will prove to this court that Justin Cord has the right to choose his method of payment. He may incorporate, but he also has the right"-Manny hesitated, knowing that what he was about to say would have reverberations far beyond the confines of the packed chamber-"to be taxed."

Pandemonium broke out and the court had to be emptied. They did not reconvene until the next day.

Clara Roberts: "Unbelievable! I was expecting fireworks, but Manny Black has got to be the craziest lawyer in the history of the confederation. Can you imagine the chutzpah of proposing taxes to the Supreme Court of the Terran Confederation? The Constitution very clearly states no one can do that-ever! Maybe they think an insanity plea will work. Let's take a caller. Eliana from Ceres, you're on with Clara. Caller: Hello, Clara, I'm a first-time caller, and I just want to say that I love your show. My husband and I listen in all the time Caller: Hello, Clara, I'm a first-time caller, and I just want to say that I love your show. My husband and I listen in all the time. Clara Roberts: Well, thank you, dear. What do you do? Clara Roberts: Well, thank you, dear. What do you do?Caller: I lease mining equipment to prospectors in the belt. Clara Roberts: That must be a good living Clara Roberts: That must be a good living. Caller: Well, I do alright, but I'm not planning my majority party just yet Caller: Well, I do alright, but I'm not planning my majority party just yet. Clara Roberts: [laughter] You following the trial? Clara Roberts: [laughter] You following the trial?Caller: It's all we talk about, Clara. But I wouldn't count Manny and Justin out yet. Clara Roberts: Why not, Eliana? Clara Roberts: Why not, Eliana?Caller: Did you see how nervous Janet Delgado looked?-FROM THE CLARA ROBERTS SHOW THE CLARA ROBERTS SHOW, ASTEROID-BELT INFORMATION RADIO (AIR) NETWORK INFORMATION RADIO (AIR) NETWORK

Janet barely waited for her and Hektor to be alone in a privacy booth. The second the door closed she shoved him back against the wall and snarled in his face. "Hektor, you bastard! Did I piss you off somehow? Did you think I was fucking with you? Are you working for Cord? How the fuck could you fucking do that, you fucking asshole?!"

Hektor remained calm. "Done?"

"Fuck you!" she screamed, and released her grip.

Hektor straightened his collar and rubbed his neck. "Tell me, Janet," he said, an unrepentant smile working at the corners of his mouth, "what exactly do you think I did?"

"You told Manny about HR 27-03. Damsah's balls, the Western Union man said it out loud! It took Manny all of a minute and a half to come up with a completely different strategy for winning this case, and you," she said, jabbing her finger into his chest, "gave it to him!" A moment of doubt crept into her voice. "Tell me you gave it to him ... right?"

Hektor nodded-gleeful. "Oh yes, I did."

Her rage returned in an instant. With surprising strength Janet twirled Hektor around and shoved him hard against the other wall. The booth, designed for informational security and not structural integrity, shook under the assault. "They'll have to keep you in cryo for a year by the time I'm done with you!" she snarled.

Hektor deflected her anger with a question. "Can he win?" he asked, dusting off his jacket.

"Of course he can fucking win! He's got a fucking strategy now!"

Hektor looked at her and smiled. "Good ... good."

Janet saw by his relieved demeanor that this wasn't a case of Hektor being an ass for the sake of being an ass. For some strange reason, he seemed to want the trial to go the other way. She was also smart enough to know that there were some things he wasn't at liberty to explain.

"You realize," she snarled, "you're undermining me and shaking my confidence."

"Janet," he countered, "please believe me when I tell you this: I want you to do the best job you possibly can. Not to put you under more pressure, but if you don't, there will be all sorts of hell to pay."

Janet was so befuddled by Hektor's odd behavior that she didn't stop him as he opened the privacy booth, stepped into the busy hallway, and disappeared into the bustling crowd.

At the same moment, in a privacy booth about ten doors down, Justin was resisting the urge to do to Manny what Janet had done to Hektor. "Manny, ya mind telling me what's going on?"

"A long shot, Mr. Cord. I'm such an idiot. I should have seen this myself, it's brilliant."

"You mean it'll work?"

Manny gave him a doubtful look. "Well, the odds are still against us, but this line of argument has a much better chance than what we had before."

"Manny, what exactly is 'this line of argument'?"

"Mr. Cord, every moment I'm here is one I am not working on your case. I'll explain it later."

Justin took a deep breath and remembered why he hired the man. "Go. I'll see you tomorrow." Manny left the booth and, ignoring the swarm of reporters screaming questions, made his way down the hall toward his waiting car, journalistic throng in tow. His mind was already working on lines of argument.

One thing about trials in the modern era, mused Justin, was that they didn't take long. He was so used to them taking months or even years that it always surprised him when he realized that most of the big cases he'd recently read about took place in days and, sometimes, even hours. At first he'd incorrectly thought it was a result of people's natural disdain for the court system. But his own run-in with that system made him realize that his present culture was possibly even more trial addicted than that of his past. The answer, he came to realize, lay in the market system. Almost all court cases were private. The government didn't outlaw many things, which meant that people were hardly ever in trouble with the law. In Justin's day even honest, conscientious people could not help but break some some laws. But in his present society a person or group going to court was almost always in trial against another plaintiff. And with private courts the emphasis was on speed. Although there were some cases where a client may have wanted to prolong a case, the overwhelming number of people wanted their cases resolved quickly. After all, they were paying not only for their lawyer, but also for the court, judge, jury, building, and other services. The quicker the trial went, the less expensive it was. Thus, over the decades and the centuries, courts developed the habit of working quickly. Still, thanks to Manny, Justin's trial was looking to break land-speed records. laws. But in his present society a person or group going to court was almost always in trial against another plaintiff. And with private courts the emphasis was on speed. Although there were some cases where a client may have wanted to prolong a case, the overwhelming number of people wanted their cases resolved quickly. After all, they were paying not only for their lawyer, but also for the court, judge, jury, building, and other services. The quicker the trial went, the less expensive it was. Thus, over the decades and the centuries, courts developed the habit of working quickly. Still, thanks to Manny, Justin's trial was looking to break land-speed records.

Manny was in fine form as he approached the bench.

"If the court will allow, I will bring up HR 27-03, passed in the third year after the formation of the Alaskan Federation."

Janet Delgado rose to her feet. "I object!"

"On what grounds?" asked Chief Justice Lee.

"Relevance."

"If the court will allow," continued Manny. "Article five, section seven of the Confederation Constitution, also known as 'the carry-over clause,' states, 'All laws, constitutional provisions, and amendments not in conflict with the strictures of this Constitution shall be considered effective until rendered not such by the appropriate legislative action.' This was added so that the old laws-some of which might still have been relevant-would not have to be rewritten and passed into law all over again."

The justices talked quietly among themselves and seemed to come to a quorum.

"Overruled."

Janet seemed unsurprised.

Manny smiled, grateful to continue. "HR 27-03 is the first national incorporation bill. Its provisions have been ignored for centuries, given that it was more thoroughly covered by the Confederation Constitution. But section four of the law states, 'Any individual who does not wish to incorporate and assign or have assigned 5 percent of said portfolio may choose to continue to pay 5 percent of all income as a tax.' "

Janet again rose to her feet. "Objection on two grounds, if the court will allow?"

"We're hearing arguments for taxation," groused Justice Lee, "why not this?"

"Relevance," continued Janet. "The third amendment to the Constitution states that 'any law not enforced or made use of for a period of fifty years is to be considered repealed.' "

"Your Honors," interjected Manny, "section three of the third amendment states that the Supreme Court may accept a law as valid if they accept compelling reasons to do so."

"You have yet to do so, Mr. Black," Justice Lee stated with grim mien.

"But I should be allowed the opportunity to do so."

Chief Justice Lee consulted his colleagues. A majority nodded. He sighed. "Overruled on your first basis, Ms. Delgado. And the second basis for your objection, prosecutor?"

"Article four of the Constitution," she answered, undaunted and plowing ahead, "clearly states that taxation is not allowed, and all persons must be incorporated. Mr. Black cannot simply rewrite the Constitution for his client's convenience." She then gazed defiantly at the bench, practically daring them to disagree.

Justice Lee turned to Manny. "Mr. Black?"

"Nor do I intend to. It's a little earlier than I would have introduced this, but in the interest of saving the court valuable time I will address the prosecutor's objection and get to the heart of my client's defense now." Manny went to the table he shared with Justin and picked up a hard copy of the Terran Confederation Constitution. "If I may quote, 'According to Article four of the Terran Constitution all persons born or naturalized into the Terran Confederation shall not be required to pay taxes.' Interesting how we read it," he said, looking up from the book. Manny put down the copy of the Constitution. "The Constitution says that no citizen shall be required required. However, it says nothing about a citizen being allowed to volunteer allowed to volunteer." The courtroom erupted in a chorus of excitement as comprehension of the loophole became obvious. Some reporters had even commented on how Hektor Sambianco's grimaced expression had been preceded by a strange look of relief. That, however, had been quickly explained away by the freneticism surrounding the courtroom drama.

After two days of presentation of arguments, closing finally begins. The legal world is abuzz with Manny Black's amazing defense strategy. Win or lose, the Unincorporated Man cannot say that he was not well represented at trial. Manny Black has become the most recognized attorney in the system, and his client waiting list is now literally decades long. It's a good thing that Mr. Black owns a majority of himself. The only way he could afford his stock now would be to sell his own stock to get it! It's also official that After two days of presentation of arguments, closing finally begins. The legal world is abuzz with Manny Black's amazing defense strategy. Win or lose, the Unincorporated Man cannot say that he was not well represented at trial. Manny Black has become the most recognized attorney in the system, and his client waiting list is now literally decades long. It's a good thing that Mr. Black owns a majority of himself. The only way he could afford his stock now would be to sell his own stock to get it! It's also official that Top Professions Top Professions magazine has confirmed that Manny Black is now the most valuable lawyer in the Terran Confederation. Can you imagine how much more valuable his stock will be if he wins? magazine has confirmed that Manny Black is now the most valuable lawyer in the Terran Confederation. Can you imagine how much more valuable his stock will be if he wins? - -NEURO COURT NEWS

"Justices of the Supreme Court," Manny began, "we hold our government to be a limited government. One that strives to maintain social order and yet give as much freedom and choice to the individual as it can. The rewards of this system of government are clear. We have a society of unparalleled growth, prosperity, and creativity. What limitation this society does impose on itself is done of its own volition and not by the government on behalf of society.

"Now the government states that it wants to get paid for the services it must render on behalf of Justin Cord. I must respectfully state state that the government is lying." He held up a piece of paper directly in front of Janet Delgado, momentarily stopping the objection forming on her lips. "I have here the sworn statement, valid as a contract and legal document, that my client, Justin Cord, is willing to pay up to 5 percent of his yearly income, generously including his current holdings, which under incorporation would be untouchable. I have attempted on repeated occasions to present this to the government. It has been presented to the prosecution team, the secretary of the Treasury, the president, vice president, the attorney general, both current and former, and the speaker of the Assembly and senate majority leader. Not one of the above mentioned ever bothered to return my calls, let alone meet with me. So please do not state that this is about the government being compensated." Manny paused to let his words sink in. Janet held her tongue. "This case is about forcing Justin Cord to incorporate. Forcing him, using the power of the government to impose a social belief on an individual who does not wish to follow that belief. The founders of the Alaskan Federation and the Terran Confederation both knew the dangers involved in making a government-especially a world government. They built in as many safety valves as they could. And I will admit that my client is using most of them to maintain what he feels is his freedom. that the government is lying." He held up a piece of paper directly in front of Janet Delgado, momentarily stopping the objection forming on her lips. "I have here the sworn statement, valid as a contract and legal document, that my client, Justin Cord, is willing to pay up to 5 percent of his yearly income, generously including his current holdings, which under incorporation would be untouchable. I have attempted on repeated occasions to present this to the government. It has been presented to the prosecution team, the secretary of the Treasury, the president, vice president, the attorney general, both current and former, and the speaker of the Assembly and senate majority leader. Not one of the above mentioned ever bothered to return my calls, let alone meet with me. So please do not state that this is about the government being compensated." Manny paused to let his words sink in. Janet held her tongue. "This case is about forcing Justin Cord to incorporate. Forcing him, using the power of the government to impose a social belief on an individual who does not wish to follow that belief. The founders of the Alaskan Federation and the Terran Confederation both knew the dangers involved in making a government-especially a world government. They built in as many safety valves as they could. And I will admit that my client is using most of them to maintain what he feels is his freedom.

"Fact: The Alaskan Federation stated that a person could choose taxation or incorporation. Fact: The Terran Confederation stated that all rights and laws from the Alaskan Federation not contravened in the Confederation Constitution are still valid. Fact: The Confederation Constitution does not forbid taxation, only the government's right to impose it. Fact: The Supreme Court can rule a law is still enforceable even after many years or centuries of disuse, if it can find a compelling reason to do so. I believe that the right of one man to freely choose his own destiny out of two paths is not only compelling, but paramount."

Manny paused, taking a moment to gear up for what he knew would be another incendiary statement. "Justices of the court, I'll be honest with you. I don't agree with my client." There was a loud murmur in the courtroom. "As a matter of fact I think Mr. Cord should should incorporate." Gasps of surprise and exclamation filled the room. "You may all in your heart of hearts think Mr. Cord should incorporate as well. But guess what: incorporate." Gasps of surprise and exclamation filled the room. "You may all in your heart of hearts think Mr. Cord should incorporate as well. But guess what: Who cares? Who cares?" The court quieted down. "Who cares what I think or you think?" Manny waved to the assembled spectators behind him. "Or what they think? This government was not formed to impose what I think or you think or they think on anyone anyone. And certainly not Justin Cord. It was formed to allow Justin Cord to think for himself, even if all of society and the government disagree.

"If the government really really wants to be compensated for Mr. Cord's participation in the society, as was so eloquently stated by the prosecution, then it has already won. However, if the government wants to force Justin Cord into an action anathema to his very being solely because society wishes it, then it must not win." And with that last statement Manny Black took his seat. Justin looked over at him in awe. Manny was, of course, oblivious, as he became fascinated with arranging the papers strewn about the table. wants to be compensated for Mr. Cord's participation in the society, as was so eloquently stated by the prosecution, then it has already won. However, if the government wants to force Justin Cord into an action anathema to his very being solely because society wishes it, then it must not win." And with that last statement Manny Black took his seat. Justin looked over at him in awe. Manny was, of course, oblivious, as he became fascinated with arranging the papers strewn about the table.

Chief Justice Lee cleared his throat. "The prosecution will present its closing after lunch. Court is in recess until two o'clock."

Can Justin Cord actually win this thing?-NEURO COURT NEWS Peaceful demonstrations are developing all over the system both for and against the Unincorporated Man. Unlike the earlier riots, the "pro" demonstrators gather and chant "one free man" together, and listen to speaker after speaker talk about the evils of incorporation. Another popular activity is called public divestiture. An example of this would be a person getting up in front of a crowd and publicly divesting themselves of all stocks they own in another, either by selling the stocks outright or in acts that are called "pure divestiture"-giving the stocks back to the people they're formed out of. Although not widespread in terms of the total population, "divestiture" has spread to tens of millions of people systemwide. The penny stocks are taking a hard hit, and economic growth and forecasting are being affected. Divestiture makes economic forecasting difficult, because for the first time in a long time millions of people are making economic decisions for reasons that are more political than economic.-MICHAEL VERITAS,THE TERRAN DAILY NEWS

Janet Delgado got up, composed herself, and stood. "Mr. Black would have you believe that you must validate a law that is centuries out of use. He insists that you interpret the Constitution, no ... two two Constitutions, in an unprecedented way. He also insists that you must accept a form of payment that is not only repugnant but may be impossible to collect. And," she asked, with a look of outright disgust, "you must do all of this so that Constitutions, in an unprecedented way. He also insists that you must accept a form of payment that is not only repugnant but may be impossible to collect. And," she asked, with a look of outright disgust, "you must do all of this so that one man one man will be able to choose? Well, does Mr. Cord have the right to yell fire in a crowded room? The law is clear. He may not. Not because he cannot yell fire at the top of his lungs if he so chooses. But because his freedom cannot impinge on the freedom of others to be safe in a crowded room. Well, justices of the Supreme Court, there are over forty billion of us. That's a mighty crowded room. Mr. Cord's actions constitute a danger to me, to you," Janet indicated the spectators, "and to them. He is not allowed to choose a course of action that is harmful to others when he, I, and you know that such course of action is indeed harmful. We need only look at the Grand Collapse to realize how insidious a request Mr. Cord is demanding of us. For the past two centuries the government and society have existed through the seamless blending of incorporation. We have a method that is not harmful to anyone. Not even Justin Cord. The government would be remiss if we allowed Mr. Cord to choose a method of payment that was harmful to everyone, even Justin Cord. will be able to choose? Well, does Mr. Cord have the right to yell fire in a crowded room? The law is clear. He may not. Not because he cannot yell fire at the top of his lungs if he so chooses. But because his freedom cannot impinge on the freedom of others to be safe in a crowded room. Well, justices of the Supreme Court, there are over forty billion of us. That's a mighty crowded room. Mr. Cord's actions constitute a danger to me, to you," Janet indicated the spectators, "and to them. He is not allowed to choose a course of action that is harmful to others when he, I, and you know that such course of action is indeed harmful. We need only look at the Grand Collapse to realize how insidious a request Mr. Cord is demanding of us. For the past two centuries the government and society have existed through the seamless blending of incorporation. We have a method that is not harmful to anyone. Not even Justin Cord. The government would be remiss if we allowed Mr. Cord to choose a method of payment that was harmful to everyone, even Justin Cord.

"The Supreme Court must act, not for the good of Justin Cord, as Manny Black would have you believe, but for the good of us all. Thank you."

Janet went back to her table and took her seat.

"The court will recess to consider the arguments placed before it," said Chief Justice Lee. "We will reconvene in one week's time. Court dismissed." He banged his gavel and the justices, as one, got up and left the room.

The trial was recessed while the Terran Supreme Court went to deliberate somewhere in the Alps. This left Janet with a lot to consider. She called a meeting with the prosecutorial staff for later that evening. They were an unhappy lot, to say the least, as each of them was hoping to get in some family time and relax now that the trial was finally in hiatus. They were, after all, government employees, and had they wanted to work that that hard they could have stayed in the private sector. But Janet was the lead prosecutor, and they had to follow where she led. It was while she was waiting in the hallway for her sullen staff to leave that she saw ... him. hard they could have stayed in the private sector. But Janet was the lead prosecutor, and they had to follow where she led. It was while she was waiting in the hallway for her sullen staff to leave that she saw ... him.

He was a ridiculous little man. Didn't he know that there were nanos that could make him look presentable? True, they didn't have much to work with, but at least it would be an improvement. At least his clothes were clean and matched, which, her research showed, was never never the case outside of court. Even that suit he'd procured was obviously just a standard five-piece outfit that could have easily been assembled at any vending machine for spare change. What made his whole ensemble even more infuriating was his hair. As Janet watched, almost in horror, the ridiculous little man was taking his hair out of its ponytail (an antiquated fashion) and shaking it vigorously until it was once more lying in an unruly and tangled mess atop his head and shoulders. the case outside of court. Even that suit he'd procured was obviously just a standard five-piece outfit that could have easily been assembled at any vending machine for spare change. What made his whole ensemble even more infuriating was his hair. As Janet watched, almost in horror, the ridiculous little man was taking his hair out of its ponytail (an antiquated fashion) and shaking it vigorously until it was once more lying in an unruly and tangled mess atop his head and shoulders.

And what made the whole scene even more repugnant was the fact that this tiny, odd-looking, insignificant specimen of a man might beat her in court ... again. Without realizing it, she started heading in his direction. Such was the natural way Janet Delgado moved through the world, more an implacable force going unerringly toward a goal than a person walking somewhere. The crowd instinctively got out of her way. Janet never once thought about the fact that people parted for her. She would most likely have assumed it was her right. After all, she had important places to be. When she got to Manny Black she looked down at him-actually being a bit taller than he was. He didn't seem to notice she was there.

So engrossed was Manny in reviewing the information on his DijAssist that he was oblivious to the milling crowd, the reporters shouting questions from the ten-foot line, and the curious stares from people wanting a look at the man who was now one of the most famous in the system. A man whose very visage was becoming a cult icon, much like Albert Einstein's had centuries earlier. More interesting, at least for the crowd of onlookers, was that Manny Black was ignoring Janet Delgado. For the V.P. of Legal this was a unique if exasperating experience. To be beaten was one thing, but to be ignored!

"Where did you come from?" she snapped.

Janet was so annoyed by his lack of acknowledgment that she ignored the reporters who were gleefully writing down and capturing what for them was clearly an unexpected encounter. They were cursing the no-drones rule enforced in the court building and had to make do with camereyes, which were notorious for poor quality and missed pictures. A camereye was in essence a nanite camera, located directly on the iris. It recorded what a person saw with one small drawback. People blinked. And blinking was a reflexive response that even the most ardent nanotechnologists had yet to be able to solve. Not that there was a great demand for it. In any event, Manny and Janet's first one-on-one meeting was being witnessed by dozens of reporters, smiling, recording, and not blinking at all.

"Where I come from?" Manny answered without looking up. "My mother, or so she tells me." At Janet's growl, Manny finally raised his head high enough out of his research to see who'd had the temerity to interrupt his train of thought. His look, upon realization of the answer, was one of genuine surprise. "Why, Miss Delgado, what a pleasure to meet you!"

Janet was confused because, well, he did seem delighted to meet her. She'd made a career out of judging people and their reactions, and all her instincts told her that this man, who should have been apprehensive, annoyed, triumphant, aroused, or at least trying to conceal some combination of all the above, had nothing to hide. To mask her confusion she covered with an insult. "Miss? Miss? Did you just use 'Miss'? What century were you born in? It's Ms. Ms.," she hissed, letting the zzzz zzzz trail for a good second. trail for a good second.

"Forgive me, of course it is," he answered with earnest respect. "One of my little quirks, I'm afraid. You see, I am a sexist."

Janet was again taken aback. "You're a what?!" Though she'd lost control of the conversation before it even began, and would normally have bailed, she had to find out what the little imp meant. "You feel women are inferior?" she sneered. "You really are a throwback."

"Oh no, not inferior," Manny answered, oblivious to the insult. "If anything, I would have to say the evidence points to superiority in many areas. But I do feel the sexes are different, and the differences tend to be glazed over in our society. I just like to point out the differences in little ways. No reason why you should be burdened with my foibles. I will, of course, call you 'Ms.' "

Janet wasn't sure what to make of his response, so the question she'd had on her mind popped right out like a surfacing bubble.

"How is it, Mr. Black, I'd never heard of you before all this?" she asked, referring to the trials.

Manny seemed delighted to engage her. "I never went after cases that would generate a lot of press. I was more interested in cases that dealt with interesting aspects of the law. Such cases are rare, and when they did arise would often end up in the big firms. That left me with the mostly pro bono cases. The press doesn't really care about the pennies ... unless, of course, they become shooting stars."

"Well, then," she asked, less petulance in her tone, "why didn't you go work for one of the big firms?"

"They wouldn't hire me. The small ones would, but I would've gotten the same sort of cases anyway, only I would have had a boss. I was smart enough," he said, with a slight twinkle in his eye, "to have rich parents, and so I figured, why work for someone else if I didn't have to?"