the Redman was saying. “That’s not good enough.”“Hey, what am I going to do?” the technician replied impatiently. “Must have been a faulty batch of boards in the last shipment. I’ve replaced it every time and it just shorts out again.”“Find a way to fix it,” the Redman said. “I don’t care how.”“Excuse me,” van Asch said pleasantly, and the two men turned as one to look at him. “We have a problem with our passes. I wonder if you could look at it? We’re running late.”The Redman turned back to the technician. “I’ll be back this afternoon to look at this again.” He nodded politely to Ursie and van Asch as he began to walk away. “Good day.”The technician went back to work, fiddling with a screwdriver on the circuit board as if Ursie and van Asch weren’t there.“You can help us?” van Asch said expectantly.“What’s the prob, bud?” the technician said wearily, his eyes never leaving his work.“There was a problem encoding our passes back at the transit desk. They used the wrong date, it seems. I wonder if you could let us through? We’re running late.”The technician eyed them suspiciously. “Can’t do that. You’ll have to go back and sort it out with the people over at transit.”“But we don’t have time for that.”The technician snorted contemptuously. “The cruiser won’t leave without you, bud. Don’t worry about it.”“Please,”
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