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               “Ah! Like intercontinental  ballistic missiles and anti-ballistic
        missile systems, both tributes to American ingenuity. I must say you
        are one sharp lady, Jessie. Good luck in your battle with Nemesys for
        sales supremacy: may the best company win!”
               “Thanks, Buell, and again: don’t worry. Neither of us will be
        the loser.”
               “Well,  Thyssen,  what  else  can  you  show  us?  We’ve  seen  a
        couple  of  military-industrial  representatives.  How  about  some  of
        those home workshop inventors you were telling us about?”
               “Right this way, Buell. We’ll just take a shortcut through the
        killer satellites and orbital bombs to the innovators section.”
               “My goodness! Those things look ready to launch right now!”
               “Oh, they’re not going anywhere. None of that is legal, you
        know? Treaties and all that, trying to stop the militarization of outer
        space. Well, nature abhors a vacuum! Ha-ha! Get it? At any rate, no
        law against being ready, and there just might be some customers not
        bound by those restrictions. But, enough said! Here we are: mostly
        card tables instead of professional show booths, and the crowds are a
        bit  thinner.  Nevertheless,  no  procuring  agent  of  a  responsible,
        modern  army  can  afford  to  overlook  the  next  generation  of
        weaponry. True, the chances aren’t good that any of these ideas will
        catch the fancy of the big money boys—these people know it, but it
        doesn’t dampen their ardor. You see, they really believe they’ve made
        a better mousetrap.”
               “That’s mighty interesting, Thyssen. Let’s just go over to this
        fellow: his display looks familiar. Hello, there! I’m Buell Bauser, and
        you’re on ‘Wonders Never Cease.’ And who are you?”
               “Stewart Potts, sir. Are we  on television? That’s more  than
        I’d hoped for.”
               “Well, you will be, if you don’t wind up on the cutting room
        floor. Now that I’m next to it, I see that one of the devices on your
        table is a toy plastic model of a tank. Is that right? You’re not going
        to make the next generation of armored vehicles out of plastic, are
        you?”



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