00100	"What ever happened to Will?"  The words came slowly, for 
00200	Rick Bannon hadn't thought of Will for thirteen months.  But
00300	it was the tone -- more than confusion though not yet horror --
00400	Which most surprized his wife.
00500	
00600	"Will who, darling?"  Without glancing up, Rick felt the soft
00700	concerned face pointing toward him in the dimness.  Helen's
00800	full blonde eyebrows were converging, as if their union would
00900	let her recall the name.
01000	
01100	"Will isn't a `who'. Look here!"
01200	
01300	Helen groped cautiously across the living room. As she approached
01400	the candle, a lean, intense face took form.  Though familliar it
01500	was made grotesque now by flickering shadows.  Rick's eyes forced
01600	his wife's to a plaque near the flame.  Through a year of dust 
01700	Helen discerned President Nixon, herself, Rick,
01800	 and a few of their co-workers
01900	at JCN poised over a huge machine.  The candle moved slightly,
02000	revealing an inscription: To Richard Bannon, With Deepest Admiration 
02100	and Appreciation of Will's Success.  August 26, 1972.
02200	
02300	"I can't remember meeting the President.  I never heard of Will.
02400	I don't..."  Rick's voice trailed off into a chill that left him
02500	shaking.The room felt cold now, though just
02600	ten minutes before, he'd cursed the air conditioner
02700	for dying with the rest of the appliances.
02800	
02900	A tiny hand trembled on his shoulder, giving as much strength as
03000	it had meant to absorb.  Helen's hoarse whisper echoed Rick's
03100	thoughts.  "This is something neither of us could forget in a
03200	lifetime, and yet we've both forgotten it completely in a year."
03300	Her hand ran along the wall near where the plaque had been hanging.
03400	She felt the dust between her fingers.  "But I clean every week..."
03500	
03600	Her voice was swallowed by the darkness,  as the candle leapt to 
03700	the other side of the room.
03800	
03900	"I'm taking this to JCN right now," the candle said.
04000	
04100	"So late?" the darkness pleaded.  "No one's to
04200	go outside now unless it's an emergency."
04300	
04400	Rick wasn't listening.  Whatever Will was, there should be an 
04500	file on it in his office.  The candle whizzed across the room,
04600	collecting Rick's wallet and keys, and resettled on the glasstop
04700	table.
04800	
04900	Engulfed in the silence following the outer door's click, the 
05000	darkness that was Helen cried "Will, me," without knowing what
05100	it meant.
     

00100	The black cougar ground to a halt before a usually-electified gate.
00200	The aged guard, recognizing Rick, smiled as his flashlight double-
00300	checked Dr. Richard Bannon's ID.  He began a reluctant struggle with 
00400	a massive crank.  "For twelve years I've wondered if this damned
00500	handle really did work the damned gate.  But you're the eighth
00600	car I had to let through this last hour, and damned if I'm not
00700	starting to
00800	pray for electricity."
00900	No sounds were audible as Rick drove off, save the rapidly
01000	fading creakings and cursings of gate and guard.
01100	
01200	The car scurried between looming dark shapes that were
01300	usually friendly lab buildings.  Even when Rick reached his own office,
01400	he felt oppressed by the darkness more than by the heat.  "Hell must
01500	be a lot like this," he mused.  He pulled out a cup pushed the
01600	WATER, NO ICE button, and then cursed the cooler for being electric.
01700	"I'm so thirsty I'd gladly
01800	drink a cup of water from one of the rivers through Hell.
01900	Styx?  No, that is on the border.  The one through the center..."
02000	Lethe caught him before he pronounced her name.  Renouncing
02100	thirst Rick returned unsteadily to reality.  Shaking fingers
02200	sought the file lock, twisted the combination into it, and yanked
02300	it clattering to the tile floor.  A thin pencil of light located
02400	the Will file.  Rick blinked at the label.  The project had gone
02500	from Confidential to Eyes Only to Declassified in a few months.
02600	
02700	The file lay strewn across
02800	his desk.  Rick read slowly, swallowing every
02900	word, forcing it through the disbelief in his throat.
03000	
03100	May 12, 1968.  Project Will Inaugurated.  Director:Richard Bannon.
03200	Team: Jack Sills, Edward Ho, Helen Sappestein, Karl Muller, Ralph
03300	Amory.
03400	Task: Realization of a Self-optimizing LSI computer.
03500	Resources: Twenty-seven technician-years.  20 million dollars.
03600	Deadline: June 1, 1971.
03700	
03800	Nothing seemed familliar.  The names he had heard, but only because
03900	of their importance at JCN.  He had never met any of them before,
04000	except Helen of course.
04100	"Am I losing my mind?"  Rick struggled to remember the events in
04200	computer development before 1967.  He succeeded.  "ENIAC, the 
04300	first electronic brain. Brain!" He smiled at those early
04400	researchers' naivete. "Brain, indeed!
04500	Built at the University of Pennsylvania
04600	in 1944.  Tube circuits; took a whole room.  Transistor logic in
04700	1950.  The same computer now fit into a shoe box.  Integrated circuits
04800	a decade later.  An ENIAC could be built matchbox size.  In 1964,
04900	using a computer guided laser beam, large scale integrated(LSI)
05000	circuits appeared.  Using these, ENIAC would fit on the head of a
05100	pin.  Circuit densities approaching and surpassing the densities 
05200	of human brain cells.  Advances in neurology.  But the problem
05300	of interconnecting trillions of circuit `cells' seemed insurmountable.
05400	Then the breakthroughs in Artificial Intelligence, at Stanford
05500	and MIT. 
05600	Automatic programming. Feasibility studies of self-optimizing
05700	systems, leading to my own idea for Project Will....I'm beginning to 
05800	remember...."
05900	
06000	All night long, Rick read through the progress reports, summations,
06100	memos, lab reports, news clippings.  The truth settled upon him 
06200	just slowly enough for him to remain sane.  With the
06300	ending of darkness,
06400	Rick's dark fears,borne of ignorance, were replaced by more
06500	  explicit, more terrible ones.
06600	
06700	Dawn brought Rick stiffly to his feet.  Automatically, he began dialing
06800	his home.  What would he say to Helen?  With the curtains drawn, it
06900	would still be dark there.  "Hi darling...yes, everything's fine.  Listen, 
07000	I found out about Will.  Some of it, anyway.  I need your help fitting
07100	it all together.  Also there's something we have to decide.....No,
07200	I'd rather not talk about it over the phone....Good. 
07300	See you in a little while.......Me, too."
07400	
07500	 only the whole team could decide.  The JCN directory slid onto
07600	He put down the receiver and wiped his forehead.  This was something
07700	his desk.  "Sills, Jack. Chairman, Biophysics Group.  Office 1124 LR.
07800	Extension 3471. Home 1308 Waverly Street.  Phone: BL 7-8013." Numb
07900	fingers lifted the receiver again.  B - L - 7....... Slowly the receiver
08000	rose again.
     

00100	"But Jack, they have the money.  Why don't they release her?"
00200	The anguish demanded a reply.  How could he know why?
00300	
00400	"Maybe they want more.  The police captain told me they'd probably
00500	release her as soon as they were sure the bills weren't marked.
00600	Or if not, they'd leave her somewhere and we'd find her right 
00700	away." The police captain had told him they'd probably kill her,
00800	or leave her somewhere she'd never be found.  "They've  probably
00900	have just been held up by the power failure."  He could never
01000	tell her he'd given up.
01100	
01200	"My baby, my baby..."
01300	
01400	The phone's ring gave Jack Sills some genuine hope.  "Who?"  The
01500	hope died into anger.  "What the hell do you want?  Do you
01600	know its five a.m?....What kind of an emergency?  Alright, but
01700	it better be important."  There was nothing more he could do
01800	here.  It might be better to get back to work.  He considered.
01900	"I'm going out to look for her again"  He hoped his guilt didn't
02000	show.  As he left the bedroom, his wife called after him.
02100	
02200	"You forgot it!"
02300	
02400	Jack had always taken a revolver with him when he'd gone looking
02500	---really looking---for his daughter.  Now he had to carry it
02600	with him for his wife's benefit.  It was a disgusting world.
02700	
02800	
02900	
03000	"And bring your file on Project Will...Good. I'll see you in an 
03100	hour then.  Goodbye."  Rick finished his last call.  Frustrated
03200	he reached over and hit the watercooler.  It answered with a spatter
03300	of water.  Rick stared at the machine.  It had worked.  The current
03400	was back on!  He raced his eyes over the file.  Will's power
03500	circuits.  Would he...?  No!  He was off now.  Could only be started
03600	manually.  Relief found Rick Bannon wishing it were night. 
03700	Slowly, he pulled out a cup.
     

00100	The door marked CONFERENCE opened for the sixth time that hour.
00200	Ralph Amory froze at the scene before him.  A series of explanations
00300	raced through his mind and were rejected.  JCN bankrupt? World
00400	War 3?  What could bring the top five scientists at JCN together
00500	at this hour?  He recognized each from his Group Head ID Badge..
00600	Jack Sills, Biophysics, Rick Bannon, Artificial Intelligence, Helen Bannon
00700	Mathematics, Eddie Ho, Electronics, Karl Muller, Computer Engineering .
00800	Why was he,a psychiatrist sent for?
00900	
01000	Then he examined their faces more closely.  Varying degrees of 
01100	shock.  Bewilderment.  Disbelief.  Horror.  Confusion.
01200	Struggling to remember.
01300	
01400	With apparent calm, he removed a cigarette from its silver holder.  As he lit
01500	it, he began, "I deduce..."  The pause while deeply puffing always drew
01600	all eyes to him.  "...that you have allbeen confronted with
01700	something horrid.  You cannot accept it, and yet you must."  A thin smile
01800	traced a line which spread up the side of his face to meet one
01900	descending from his eyes.  Long greying hair.  Carefully touselled.
02000	Anything for effect.  "Life is a compodium of various sorts of deceits,
02100	he thought.  God the room is dim.  Ought to have turned on more lights."
02200	
02300	Rick saw the medical insignia.  "Pretty close, Doc.  But its `we',not
02400	`you'.  You are as much a part of this as anyone.  Read your copy 
02500	of this file."  Rick Bannon's fingers directed the psychiatrist 
02600	 to sit, open the folder, and begin reading.  
02700	Then they  relaxed, once again simply a part of a man.  
02800	Bannon was burly, over six feet but looked taller with wavy
02900	jet hair.  His eyes were clear and alert despite his lack of sleep.
03000	
03100	Jack Sills looked as though he hadn't slept in three days.  He
03200	hadn't slept in four.  Ten years older than Rick, his face was
03300	beginning to wrinkle.  First the kidnapping, now this.  Tears
03400	welled in his eyes as he thought of baby Jennie.  Just a year old.
03500	But aloud: "Let's give Doc Amory a few minutes, and then summarize
03600	what's happened.  Just so we all agree."  There was no response,
03700	but Jack Sills didn't notice.  Ralph Amory looked up at him,
03800	and a suspicious  look crossed the Doctor's face.
     

00100	"....LSI circuitry.  This gave Will a thousand times the storage
00200	capacity of a human brain.  Ten thousand million cell modules,
00300	interconnected like brain cells..."  Helen Bannon was reprimanded
00400	by Ralph Amory's eyes.  ".....that is, as close as we could come
00500	to neuronal hookups.  For two months, the computer's main activity
00600	was optimizing its  own circuitry.  Dr. Amory and I devised seven
00700	hundred graduated problems that would mark Will's intellectual
00800	progress.  The first were trivial --- adding, comparing, correlating
00900	and such.  Next came problems requiring Will to synthesize the vast
01000	stores of world knowledge we were pouring into him.  Finally, Will
01100	passed on to current questions.  Mathematics first.  Hilbert's 
01200	problems  in twenty minutes.  Jack, you'd better continue."  Jack
01300	Sills was better qualified to relate the biomedical part, but
01400	Helen stopped for other reasons as well.  The strain.
01500	The look in Jack's eyes.  She slid into her chair, guided more by
01600	her hands grasping the table than by her mind.  Rick's hand touched hers
01700	and she leaned against him.  Relaxing slightly, she dozed off for a few 
01800	seconds.
01900	
02000	..."Medical: Scores of devices were hooked directly into Will, and
02100	he could examine, diagnose, and treat patients at a rate of two
02200	hundred per hour.  On August seventh, we asked Will to work on
02300	correlating the data we had on EEG's.  By the next day, he had
02400	cracked the mind's code.  It was so complex, however, that only 
02500	Will  could figure out what a subject was thinkingfrom his brain    
02600	wave patterns.
02700	
02800	"The next logical step was two-way communication of thoughts 
02900	directly between Will and men's minds.  Transmitters were hooked
03000	into electroencephalographs; and giant dish receivers relayed
03100	individual's patterns from all over the world.  Everyone's.  Everyone's 
03200	waves are so individualized that Will had no trouble easing the 
03300	first surge of pain in an  infantin Sydney,  and simultaneously
03400	alerting a pedestrian in Amsterdam of an onrushing trolley.
03500	At about that time the project drifted out of my hands.  
03600	Rick....?"  Jack Sill's voice was dry, as if uninterested.  Which
03700	he was, then.
03800	
03900	"...given certain priorities.  First, not to change our culture.
04000	Secondarily, to help individuals solve their problems.  Finally,
04100	to continue optimizing its circuitry in any spare instants it had.
04200	Will had developed a crude kind of conciousness, although nothing
04300	resembling emotions was ever  observed.
04400	
04500	"When Will was revealed to the public, he drew a mixed response.
04600	Some threats, some praises.  Always there was an apprehension
04700	that something would go wrong.  Maybe everyone had read too many
04800	sci-fi stories."  Rick's voice lowered.  "Maybe everyone knows
04900	more about human nature than he cares to admit.  In any case,
05000	billions of people were calling `Will, me' at all times. 
05100	This was the signal to probe that person's thoughts, ascertain the
05200	problem, compute the best solution, and inject it into his mind.
05300	Within a month, everyone in the world was hooked.  Dr. Amory..?"
05400	Rick had heard of Amory.  He didn't want to get caught up in
05500	psychological technicalities with him around.
05600	
05700	"Worry, Hatred, Fear, Crime all vanished from the face of
05800	the earth.  True.  But with no responsibility, with a mammoth 
05900	parent figure like Will, men degenerated emotionally into...
06000	into infants."
06100	Dr. Amory paused to observe the tightened look on Jack Sill's
06200	face at the mention of infants.  Record it for later consideration.
06300	"The culture was significantly changed.  Ah ha!   The prime directive
06400	was violated: Will realized this and tried to correct for it.
06500	He removed the deleterious agent:
06600	himself."  Rick noted that the Doctor still
06700	spoke as  if delivering a Psych 1 lecture.  Sustain the interest while you
06800	maintain and reinforce your superior intelligence.  Amusingly
06900	out of place.  Everything seemed
07000	out of place here.  "...Will tried to turn himself off ,
07100	but we kept restarting him.  There is no further written record that Will
07200	existed.  Since then there has been no mention of Will by any  
07300	living being.  We are forced to conclude..."
07400	
07500	"He made us forget him!"  The shock of realization contorted Jack
07600	Sill's features.
07700	
07800	"Precisely."  Dr. Amory looked pleased.  "I believe that is why 
07900	Dr. Bannon asked us here tonight." 
08000	
08100	Rick Bannon nodded regretfully.  "These past months, Will has
08200	apparently done no `helping' at all. He's spent his time doing
08300	nothing but making us forget that he ever existed."
08400	
08500	Eddie Ho was speaking now. No one stirred, though most were barely
08600	listening.  "So when the current started to drop, my breaking circuits
08700	cut off all electricity at this junction and kept it off.  They were
08800	designed to protect Will from the sudden surge of current when
08900	power would be resumed.  He can only be started manually now.
09000	It should take a full two hundred milliseconds to bring the current
09100	up to its final value..."  Ralph Amory could not help smiling at
09200	a man who considered a fifth of a second an eternity.  After
09300	momentary deliberation, he silently apologized.  After all,
09400	how different was
09500	this from the way we consider a thousand years.  And to a piece of metal,
09600	a millenia is as insignificant as a second.  "...automatically.
09700	So all one need to do to restart Will is to throw this switch,
09800	number 2170."  The short heavyset Hawaiian gathered his diagrams
09900	and pictures back into one neat pack and just as neatly sat down.
10000	Edward Ho was not uninterested, though his voice was as
10100	emotionless as Jack Sill's.  Edward Ho was devoid of human compassion.
10200	This was nothing more than a scientific investigation to him.
10300	The world was one slithing laboratory animal,
10400	whose death was unimportant compared to sectioning and
10500	examining and staining and catalogging its carcass.
10600	
10700	"We must decide what to do."  Rick's circadian rhythm increased his 
10800	alertness as the morning sunlight overpowered the conference room's
10900	flourescent tubes.  "I suggest we partition the problem.
11000	We have to be sure why Will did this thing.  Psychology and engineering 
11100	logic: Amory and Muller.  You'll tell us what restarting Will
11200	would do.
11300	
11400	"We have to consider the effects of doing nothing
11500	-- at least for a while.   We need an estimate of the time we have
11600	before others discover what's happened.  Biology and mathematics:
11700	Sills, you and Helen try to project that.
11800	
11900	"Eddie, there's something special I want you to help
12000	me rig up.  Let's all
12100	meet back here in, say, one hour.  Good Luck."
12200	
12300	They dragged themselves out of the room. All but one felt the anguish
12400	of awareness. Far away, Daphne shed one tear of
12500	empathy.  Dr. Amory scrutinized Jack Sills again,
12600	then approached Rick.  "May I speak with you a moment first.."
12700	he began to whisper.
     

00100	"One hour hasn't changed anyone's expression much," Ralph Amory
00200	noted silently.  Aloud, he continued his report.  "So Will's 
00300	situation was clear.  He had changed our culture by his very
00400	existence. In order to set society aright, he had to abstain
00500	from giving anyone advice.  Time after time, he turned himself off.
00600	But we wouldn't allow him to simply commit suicide.
00700	We planned to reprogram him, to eliminate the culture priority.
00800	But that directive was still in effect.  So he couldn't allow
00900	us to touch him.  When the technician came to turn him off,
01000	Will made him forget why he'd come there.  By the end of the 
01100	day, Will had to keep everyone in JCN from thinking about
01200	him.
01300	
01400	"After that, no one ever thought of Will again.  Until
01500	tonight,"  Amory paused for a sip of water.  Or perhaps for
01600	effect.  If we restart him, there is no doubt but that he will
01700	immediately resume playing Lethe..."
01800	
01900	"That was it !" Rick thought.  The River Lethe. He looked down at
02000	his cup of water, and his file. And smiled.
02100	
02200	Dr. Amory failed to notice.  "....It is now a question of
02300	what will happen if we do nothing.  Jack?"
02400	
02500	"Yes," there was a new quality in Jack Sills' voice.  Something which
02600	would have been called hope had it not been so diabolical.
02700	"Many people could slowly piece together what happened, just
02800	as we did.  They won't have as ready access to our files,
02900	of course, but there are so many newspaper and magazine articles...
03000	Helen has projected a maximum time of two months until the 
03100	situation would be completely public.
03200	
03300	"But there is another factor.  As," Sills hesitated, surveyed
03400	his audience, then made up a name: "...as Weindall's
03500	old excerpation experiments showed,
03600	our brain is organized in such a way that
03700	every piece of information is stored everywhere.  It's become
03800	popular to call our memory holographic for this reason.  So even
03900	without hearing a word, people will begin remembering.
04000	As they concentrate on various related subjects, their memories of
04100	Will will be perturbed, be brought to the very fringe of their
04200	awareness.  Each thought they have will bring them closer to
04300	conciously recalling Will.
04400	That process has already begun.  By tomorrow morning, everyone
04500	in the world will know almost as much as we know now.  Rick, how long
04600	would it take if you were forced to reprogram Will not to worry
04700	about our culture?"  Sills had led into the question beautifully,
04800	but Dr. Amory noticed the eagerness in his voice.  he turned,
04900	caught Rick's attention, and nodded slightly.
05000	
05100	"All the preparations were completed last year.  It would be a 
05200	twelve hour job for one man.  Eddie and I might do it together
05300	in eight hours.
05400	I see your point.  Tomorrow morning the world will be crying for
05500	Will to advise them again.  They, in the form of the JCN administration,
05600	will force Will to be reprogrammed.
05700	We may as well assume that, unless we act tonight,
05800	Will will be made permanently "helpful" tomorrow .
05900	I recommend starting Will the way he is now.  That way, no
06000	one would ever recall Will, no one could order his
06100	reprogramming.  Eddie and I have
06200	rigged an emergency solar power storage system for Will.  Once
06300	started, he need never go off again."
06400	Rick was looking directly at Jack Sills,
06500	who reached into his pocket. "If we're all convinced, I'll
06600	restart Will; if not, then..."
06700	
06800	"We've got to restart him!"  It was the first time Karl Muller's
06900	heavy German voice was heard by the group.  "Ralph and I looked at old 
07000	newspapers and reports last hour.  We saw what this planet had 
07100	become.  A...a Huxleyian nightmare of a utopia, without even a few
07200	misfits or`savages' to redeem it.  Nothing to put it in perspective.  Crime 
07300	fell, but ambition fell faster.  No one starved, but no one
07400	gave thanks for food.  Everyone prospered, but only by our superficial
07500	material standards, by the standards we programed into Will.
07600	Food, wealth, correct decisionmaking, law and order, al of it, it meant
07700	nothing to the populace, for there were no risks.  It wasn't a
07800	life.  It was a ...a hell.  Will saw.  He stopped it.  If
07900	we don't do something it will start again, and then no one will
08000	stop it.  No one will stop it...." Karl's voice had become
08100	increasingly more agitated and he broke into a cold sweat.
08200	Dr. Amory interrupted to keep him from hysteria.  "Karl is right.
08300	I appreciate the mental deterioration Will caused, and would cause,
08400	if he solves everyone's slightest problem.
08500	
08600	"Helen, you look dubious.  How does our mathematician feel?"
08700	
08800	"I feel that Will should be restarted, but do we have the right?
08900	The decision should be made by all the people, not just six.
09000	Many would think it crazy not to exchange their mental unhappiness
09100	for Will's utopia.  For some, Will's help would be right: the mentally
09200	ill, the starving, people in crises, ... I could go on and
09300	on.  Yet I have enough faith to believe that most
09400	could see what we see: deliverance from all want is equivalent
09500	to deliverance
09600	from all pleasure..."
09700	
09800	"Come on, Helen. You know as well as I
09900	 the `people' won't decide.  The military run JCN.  Otherwise,
10000	if what you say were true, Will could have turned himself off and 
10100	been left off.  No, Will knew he would be altered,forced
10200	into unchecked advising, and if we do nothing
10300	tonight, he will be."  Eddie Ho's quiet reasoning hit its
10400	logical mark.  Helen nodded.  "Good," Eddie murmured,
10500	staring at his watch.  "Rick and I have connected a 
10600	radio controlled timer on Will, so he will start automatically in 
10700	three minutes."  Before anyone could move, Eddie had pushed a button on
10800	the remote
10900	transmitter.  Half a mile away a relay clattered its obedience.
11000	Suddenly, Eddie noticed the look on Jack Sills' face.  "Is
11100	something wrong?  With the questions you asked I assumed..."
11200	
11300	"Well, there's no way to stop the timer now, is there?"
11400	
11500	"Sure, just hit switch 2171.  But you'd have to hurry. It's a long
11600	walk!"  Eddie thought Jack was kidding.  As he had planned, Jack
11700	stood up.  The revolver was in his hand.
11800	
11900	"Listen, I know what I'm doing.  It may or may not be
12000	wrong for humanity.  But I know
12100	it's right for me.  I've got to have Will's help.  He could
12200	locate my daughter instantly....
12300	Look", Sills was pleading now.  "You don't have any more right
12400	 to start him now than I do to modify him and then start him.
12500	Will was working under his last orders, his directives. Well, my
12600	last directive seems to have been to enforce the reprogramming
12700	of Will." Sills waved his folder at the group. He was through
12800	pleading. "Rick, you and Eddie have the 
12900	eight hours you spoke of to reprogram Will.  All of us will go down
13000	there. Now.  Move!"
13100	
13200	"You'll never make it in time."  Rick's words were more sad than 
13300	threatening.  "Even if you run, you can't go five blocks in... under
13400	two minutes, now can you?  So..."
13500	
13600	Jack Sills was out of the door and running.  He was out of 
13700	condition now, but he had been a track star in his collegiate
13800	days.  He could have run a halfmile in two minutes then.
13900	And he was running for his daughter now.
14000	
14100	
14200	As he burst into Will's room, Jack Sills heard the click of the 
14300	timer's contacts.  Less than one second until Will was powered
14400	up.  He made a frantic lunge for switch 2171.  But even in 
14500	midflight he wondered why.
14600	
14700	What was he doing here?  This computer had never worked.  As
14800	he turned to leave, he remembered:  He was looking fo his
14900	daughter.  Well, she certainly wasn't in here.