Super Man and the Bug Out

by Cory Doctorow

presented."

  Hershie tried for a heroic nod. "I'm glad you weren't offended."

  "On the contrary, it was stimulating. I shall have to speak with theconference's organisers; this format seems a good one for future engagements."

  Hershie felt his expression slipping, sliding towards slack-jawed incredulity.He struggled to hold it, then lost it entirely when one of the Patron's silveryeyes drooped closed in an unmistakable wink.

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  "Hi, Mama."

  "Hershie, I just saw it on the television."

  He cringed back from his comm as he shrank deeper into the corner of theBelquees that he'd moved to when his comm rang.

  "Mama, it's all right. They've signed me for the full six months. I'll be fine--"

  "Of course you'll be fine, bubbie. But would it kill you to brush your hairbefore you go on television in front of the whole world? Do you want everyone tothink your mother raised a slob?"

  Hershie smiled. "I will, Mama."

  "I know you will, bubbie. You're a very good-looking man, you know. But no onewants to marry a man with messy hair."

  "I know, Mama."

  "Well, I won't keep you. Do you think you could come for dinner on Friday? Iknow you're busy, but your old mother won't be here forever."

  He sighed his father's sigh. "I'll be there, Mama."

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