"We decided not to do that, okay." He went
back to his paper.
Andrew considered him for a moment. "So, what's your name?"
"I don't like to give out my name," the anarchist said. "Call me Waldo,
all right?"
"All right," Andy said smiling. "That's fine by me. So, can I ask why
you decided not to do it?"
"It doesn't fit with our priorities. We're here to make print materials
about the movement available to the public. They can get Internet access
somewhere else. Internet access is for people who can afford computers,
anyway."
"Good point," Art said. "That's a good point. I wonder if I could ask
you to reconsider, though? I'd love a chance to try to explain why this
should be important to you."
"I don't think so," Waldo said. "We're not really interested."
"I think you *would* be interested, if it were properly explained to
you."
Waldo picked up his paper and pointedly read it, breathing heavily.
"Thanks for your time," Avi said and left.
#
"That's *bullshit*," Kurt said. "Christ, those people --"
"I assumed that there was some kind of politics," Austin said, "and I
didn't want to get into the middle of it. I know that if I could get a
chance to present to the whole group, that I could win them over."
Kurt shook his head angrily. His shop was better organized now, with six
access points ready to go and five stuck to the walls as a test bed for
new versions of the software.
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