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'At what point did we decide any of this was a good idea.' The guy next to me leaned back on the wire chain fence and dug his heels into the dirt.  

'When Drayman took our computer files, the algorithms, the prototype designs, everything and then told us to take a walk. ' I stepped back from the lamplight into the shadows and watched an old Ford pickup rumble slowly by, its driver cautiously picking his way through the mouths of the gaping potholes that pitted the road. It was getting dark. 'A walk that had a rather terminal end planned for both of us it appears.'  

'Shows you only really know someone when the cards are down. He really did intend to kill us, didn't he? Shit, if only we'd thought it through. We're supposed to be smart guys.' He banged his head with the palm of his hand. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid.' 

I pulled his arm down and pushed it gently back by his side. 'Come on David you didn't know what was going to happen. Neither of us did. We got away, we've got some time to sort this out. Perhaps Drayman did us a favour, he's made us see the reality of what we've done. No good has any come of any real radical engineering invention like this. The Wrights thought airplanes would end war, Alfred Nobel couldn't have dreamt where explosives would have ended up, Robert Oppenheimer, the atomic bomb. In the end they all regretted what they'd made. What we've created could be far more devastating.'  

'Do you think he'll try to come after us?' 

'How can he, we've brought the prototype here, and he'll have to be bloody quick to build another to catch us up. God we were lucky to get away you know.' 

'Tell me about it. And what would the cold lizard do with it I wonder, when he builds it?' David spat out bitterly. 

It was more of a statement than a question but I answered it anyway. 'Lots no doubt, none of it good.'  

I looked around the parking lot. It was empty. A bin rolled out in the early evening breeze and slowly clanked its way across the tarmac and came to rest in the gutter. I pulled a screwdriver out of my jacket. 'Come on lets go.' We strolled across to a battered Beetle and I stuck the blade into the door and leveraged the lock. 

David looked around and pulled off his jacket and slung it over his arm. 'Blimey, summer of 69 do you remember it?' He drew in a lungful of the dusty air still warm from the heat of the day.  

'It was the year I got my second degree, I didn't see much of the sun.' 

'I'd composed the Randers Symphony four years earlier.' 

'Yeah, I remember they said in the papers you were a prodigy, like Mozart.' 

'They did didn't they, they were pretty wild about that piece.' 

'Yeah well I thought it was rubbish,' I grinned and poked the handle of the screwdriver into his ribs. 

'Just open it please and let's get going. You're a mechanic.' 

'Engineer please, and theoretical physicist.' The lock gave way with a snap. 

We climbed in and I threw my bag on the back seat. I yanked the console off the steering column and dragged the mass of wires out of the ignition. The engine spun erratically and rattled nosily into life. 

'I hope you're running on unleaded?' 

'Right,' I said grinding it into first gear and we jerked forward across the lot. 

David sat back 'Dam, vinyl seats I'd forgotten about vinyl. Jesus an eight track! Holy Moses do you remember these.' 

'I bet your symphony isn't in there.' 

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