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labeled OBsERv^ros.
He pushed through and was in a large rooftop area. There was a
plastiglass dome over the Reception Room and the foggy afternoon showed
outside. Around the oval room ran a bright yellow ramp that was dotted
with white benches. A few patients were scattered around on them.
And standing by an empty bench all the way across the big room was Jake
Cardigan.
A damn convincing facsimile.
He was smiling, holding out his arms.
Not more than a hundred yards away was Dan, carrying a small tan
suitcase and accompanied by the nurse who'd befriended him. The nurse
stopped, patted him on the shoulder. Dan started alone toward the
waiting kamikaze.
"DanI Get back!" shouted Jake, running along the ramp.
His son, surprised, stopped still and stared at him.
The simulacrum, though, started moving. "Danny," it said, "you know
me."
"Down, get down!" warned Jake, running for all he was worth. He
caught up with the kamikaze, hit it hard with his shoulder. The
android staggered, went tottering into the plastiglass wall. A panel
shattered and the simulacrum fell out into the mist. It was still
about fifty feet from the ground when it exploded with an immense
thundering boom.
Jake turned away from the misty afternoon.
Dan came slowly up to him, a smile growing on his pale face. "You
saved my life," he said quietly, dropping his suitcase to the ramp.
Then he jumped forward and put both arms around his father, bugging
Jght. "I love you."
Jake returned the hug. He smiled.
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