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The answer came this same week. Rosanne and I are enjoying the “freedom” of taking uploads secretly. In the evening or at night we sneak to my workspace and go through the whole archive. Until last evening. Rosanne’s upload was amazing. She couldn’t stop talking about it. I worked myself into a sweat to get some images. First it didn’t work, but suddenly I’ve got the whole upload on screen. I yelled of satisfaction. A bit overenthusiastic perhaps, because the door opened and that wasn’t caused by the draught. It was Mr. Hamilton himself. It frightened the shit out of me. This was the end. We were like a bunch or children caught while playing with matches at the schoolyard and the teacher suddenly behind you. My heart skipped three pulses and immediately repaired the damage. My throat swelled. Rosanne kept clear and she convinced Hamilton that it was all her idea. Her plan. She said that she forced me more or less to give her an upload. That it was all her fault. She kept talking and talking and tried to convince Hamilton that it was all for science. For the development of my images-machine, dreams on Video. It didn’t help at all and she actually told more than – according to me – she had to. I wanted to keep my progress for myself for a while, to be able to use the lab without disturbance. Eventually I am far from ready copying the M-stores, software and product information.

Hamilton wasn’t impressed. He only looked at Rosanne and I wonder if he understood my part in it. He was only angry at Rosanne and said that her implant would be removed and that she could already buy a ticket to go back to Amsterdam. “You can play further there! But not here anymore”. He turned and walked through the door which he slammed shut.  

Rosanne’s response surprised me. She quickly dried her tears which I think she is able to put in on command, and took the glass of water I reached her. She is a quick thinker, obviously, because she asked me to give her a phone and immediately called the airport. With the phone in one hand she crabbed a flight ticket out of her pocket with the other. But she didn’t make a reservation for a flight to Amsterdam, but for Tokyo. “What the...?” I asked. "Kodjiro gave me that ticket. To use in times of need. I think this is emergency.” Her flight departed at four o’clock. She had hardly enough time to pack some necessary things. She asked me to take care of the rest of her belongings. “I will bring them to a safer place, where you can pick them up later.”

After I brought Rosanne to the airport I stepped into my car to drive back to Braintec. I still had to………. Well what did I have to. It was time to get organized. In Portland it seems to be the story of the ten little ducks. Shall I be the next duck? What do I have to finish before I leave. If I leave. I decide to wait. I shall contact Kodjiro and Jessica tomorrow. Then Rosanne will be arrived and maybe Sonja is in the picture again. First I have to get some sleep and then to the lab to get things clear as soon as possible. Cleaning up the whole thing. Making back-ups and send them to Elgin, rent a locker here in Portland. Enough to do. It is half past seven if I disturb the silence of early morning at Braintec’s car park. I am deadly tired.

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