Jan continued: “About which we know very little ...”
The stick splintered under the strain. Dropping it, the animal lowered its foot.
“... can’t just stick him into pre-existing categories. It’s that behaviorist tunnel-vision which lost you your funding.”
Nimson turned around.
“We always look for bigger boxes,” he said, offended. “When there are none we sand the edges of our square. We don’t invent new boxes. That’s the main difference between you and me.” He added: “Except, of course, genitalia.”
He jaw tightened and she pursed her lips.
Somewhere outside, a two-stroke engine whined to life; it was Levi firing up the riding lawnmower. The Nano-T jumped, its tail thumping the glass, and darted for the far wall. Above that wall and to the north lie the front lawn of the Institute, sep
