without the
slightest trace of the personality of Jason Rowe. In this debut
performance young Rowe achieves the hitherto unattainable goal of
completely displacing the feeliegoer's identity with that of the
character he portrays. We expect great things from him for a talent such
as his illumines the theater but once in a millennium. Thanks to Mr.
Jason Rowe, the U-Live-It Corporation can now completely guarantee the
promise of its name." Herschell dropped the newspaper on the desk. "How
do you like that, Cy?"

* * * * *

"I like it so well, I surrender," Lemson said with a pleased smile. "You
were right all along in pushing him so we'll put him in 'Land' as you
want and I'll at last have you off my back."

"Y'know, Cy, Lorancelli is wrong about the receptorman."

"He didn't exactly say--"

"Oh Zack is the best there is," Herschell interrupted, "but right after
we started recording the Rowe feelie he came in all shook up to see me.
Said the Rowe stuff was recording as if he was actually living the part.
There were no extraneous sublevels at all and that's just never happened
before. It's like Lorancelli says about Rowe dying and the character
coming to life. Zack swears that Rowe just disappears. There isn't a
speck of him that shows on the strip."

"Then Zack should be happy, not having to over-engineer the recording."

"Oh now, it isn't all breeze. There's highlighting and emphasizing
selected perceptics and such. You know Zack's the difference between the
artist and the photographer. Actually Zack's real difficulty is the
battle he has to keep from getting completely sucked in to Rowe's
portrayal while he's recording. Don't misunderstand. He's not
complaining. In fact when I suggested relieving him if the strain was
too much he said if he couldn't do Rowe's feelies I could relieve him
from the payroll. It's that much of a challenge for him. So much so,
he's designed a new receptor adaptor to prevent Rowe's potency from
overpowering him."

"Will there be any trouble in making 'Land'?"

"Yes," Herschell said bleakly as Lemson prepared to hear the worst, "we
need horses. In this atom age I'd like to know where I'm going to get a
couple of divisions of cavalry."

* * * * *

"Why you can't even see where they put it," Robina said, fingering
Jason's skull. "Oh, wait, Ah feel a little hard lump right here. Ah'm
right ain't Ah? That's the relay."