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The door, as is usual, opens on an alleyway in New York City. Overhead the sky is grey. The air is unseasonably warm; Ray wrinkles his nose. "It'd be nice if the planet could remember that this is November," he says. "Okay, Matilda. This is where I came in."

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[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"So you're like Mike, then." Brightly. "From The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress. That's terrific. Good luck with the legal thing! Anything I can do to help?"

The Heinlein reference is a natural extension of the Asimov one, in her opinion.

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"Kinda more like the phone system in Dial F For Frankenstein," Ecto says. "When the whole thing woke up because it got so complicated, only nobody ever gave it directives at all because they didn't expect it to wake up."

Ecto's a Clarke fan.

"I don't know yet. Law's kinda funny. They don't have the same ones in my world that they do in others, necessarily."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"I could help you do the preliminary research," she offers. "If you need any sort of legal books that aren't available on the Internet. I love reading about new and interesting subjects."

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"That'd be good. I don't have a Lexis/Nexis subscription yet."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"A which?"

Yes, there are some things even Matilda doesn't yet know. Mostly they have to do with the Internet. (She prefers hard copy.)

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"It's a legal research service. And other things. But mostly legal," says Ecto. "All online stuff so that lawyers don't have to have whole law school libraries in their offices and law students don't have to fight over who gets the only issue of different journals. Big stuff."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"Aha! That'd make sense." Tilda nods. "I'd be happy to do some reading on the subject for you, then, unless and until you manage one of those."

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"Okay!" says Ecto. "That would be cool. Thank you, Matilda."

"Definitely thank you," adds Ray. "If a book isn't available in digital form in one way or another, I have to read it to her aloud. I don't mind it at all when it's an interesting subject, but law textbooks give me headaches."

Ecto's tailpipe makes a noise very much like thbbbbt at her father.

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"There are no uninteresting subjects."

Tilda beams the beam of the hopelessly academic.

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"You haven't had to read about real estate law," says Ray.

"We can skip that at first," Ecto says. "Unless Louis says it's important for learning to invest."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"If you say so." She giggles. "I'll reserve judgment until I've read some myself."

Which of course means she's going to be looking up real estate law at the first opportunity just to see what all the fuss is about.

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"Patent law's better reading," says Ray. "At least then you have an excuse to go through other people's inventions and see if they've had any interesting ideas, even if you have to avoid stepping on their toes afterwards as a result."

"I get some really neat stuff from the Patent Office's computers," Ecto agrees. "Since they all have to be on public record and all."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"Brilliant." Tilda beams. "What sorts of things?"

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"Everything," says Ecto. "Designs for reflective armor for laser surgery patients and doctors, funky new ways of sewing up down comforters, devices for carrying spent nuclear reactor fuel rods safely, metal things that chefs rub on their hands to remove the garlic smell- all kinds of things!"

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"I'd love to read through some of those sometime. It sounds fantastic. All those different inventions!"

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"Check the Patent Office's databases in your world," suggests Ecto. "'Cause the paper files are huuuuuuge."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"I will!" Possibly even before she investigates real estate law!

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"Okay," says Ecto. "Hey, are you hungry? I think Dad is."

"I just ate, Ecto."

"Cereal doesn't count."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"Cereal does too count. But yes, I am. It's been a while since breakfast."

About six hours, in fact. ...She was doing calculus. It was fun. She lost track of time.

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"'kay. Because there's some leftover Chinese food upstairs from the other day."

"Ecto, Matilda's a guest," says Ray. "We'll get her something new."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"I have no particular objection to leftover Chinese food," she says, giggling. "But thank you!"

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"Slimer's probably gotten into the leftovers by now," Ray says. "We'll go out for something. He's been on a rampage today."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"Slimer?"

No, she hasn't heard of him. Or if she has, she forgot. Possibly her ability to forget things like Slimer says something about her.

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"The first ghost we ever busted," says Ray. "I'm reasonably sure that he's actually a spiritual personification of the concept of appetite rather than the ghost of somebody dead. Those happen sometimes. He's a class five free-roaming non-terminating phantasm, more simply described as a green flying booger with arms and a bottomless stomach."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"Charming. Yes, I think you may've mentioned him before. It must have somehow slipped my mind."

She tilts her head.

"So. Food?"