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gher elevations。 Road blocks were thrown up at the Indiana line； and along Interstate 80。
Chicago above the wall counted three hundred dead and two thousand…plus injured during the rioting and the building of the barricade。 No one knew the count below the wall。
By the second week of August； troops had encircled the affected area and had dug in for a siege； none but authorized personnel were permitted to enter and none but white refugees were permitted to leave。 Inplete figures placed the number of emerging refugees at about six hundred thousand； although that figure was well below the known white population living in the rebellious zone。 Attempts were being made daily…with small success…to rescue white families believed to be still alive in the area。 Penetration was not possible from the north but search parties from the western and southern boundaries made several sallies into the area； sometimes working as far north as Midway Airport。 Refugees were being relocated to downstate cities in Illinois and Indiana。
North Chicago was under martial law； with a strict dusk…to…dawn curfew。 Violaters moving on the streets at night were shot on sight and identified the following day； when the bodies could be removed。 South Chicago had no curfew but shootings continued day and night。
At the end of October with the election only a week away； the northern half of the city was relatively quiet； firing across the wall under cover of darkness had fallen off to nuisance shooting； but the police and troops had been issued new orders not to fire unless fired upon。 City water service into the zone continued but electricity was curtailed。
On the Sunday morning before election； a party of about two hundred unarmed blacks had approached Army lines at Cicero Avenue and asked for sanctuary。 They were turned back。 Washington announced the siege was effective and was already putting an end to the rebellion。 Hunger and pestilence would destroy the wall。
Chaney strode across the room to the newspaper rack。
Thursday morning editions confirmed their projections published the day before： President Mecks had carried all but three states and won re…election by a landslide。 A local editorial applauded the victory and claimed it was earned by 〃the President's masterful handling of the Chicago Confrontation。〃
Brian Chaney emerged from the library to stand on the steps under a cold November sun。 He knew a sense of fear； of confusion…an uncertainty of where to turn。 A city police cruiser passed the building； with an armed guardsman riding beside the driver。
Chaney knew why they both stared at him。
TEN
He wandered aimlessly along the street looking in store windows which were not boarded over； and at parked automobiles along the curb。 None of the obviously newer cars were much changed from the older models parked ahead and behind； it was a personal satisfaction to see Detroit edging away from the annual model change and back to the more sensible balance of three decades ago。
Chaney stopped by the post office to mail a postcard to an old friend at the Indiana Corporation； and found the cost had climbed to ten cents。 （He also made a mental note not to tell Katrina。 She would probably claim he had fouled up the future。）
A grocery store window was entirely plastered over with enormous posters proclaiming deep price cuts on every item： ten thousand and one cut…rate bargains from wall to wall。 Being a curious futurist； he walked in to inspect the bargains。 Apples were selling at two for a quarter； bread at forty…five cents a pound loaf； milk at ninety…nine cents a half gallon； eggs at one dollar a dozen； ground beef at a dollar and twenty…nine cents a pound。 The beef was well larded with fat。 He bent over the meat counter to check the price of his favorite steak and discovered it was two dollars and forty…nine cents a pound。 On an impulse； he paid ninety cents for an eight…ounce box of something called Moon Capsules and found them to be vitamin…enriched candies in three flavors。 The advertising copy on the back panel claimed that NASA fed the capsules to the astronauts living on the moon； for extra jump…jump…jumping power。
The store boasted an innovation that was new to him。
A customers' lounge was fitted out with soft chairs and a large television； and Chaney dropped into a chair to look at the colored glass eye； curious about the programming。 He was quickly disappointed。 The television offered him nothing but an endless series of mercials featuring the products available in the store； there was no entertainment to break their monotony。 He timed the series： twenty…two mercials in forty…four minutes； before an endless tape began repeating itself。
Only one made a lasting impression。
A splendidly beautiful girl with glowing golden skin was stretched out nude on a pink…white cloud； a sensuous cloud of smoke or wisp formed and changed and reformed itself to caress her saffron body with loving tongues of vapor。 The girl was smoking a golden cigarette。 She lay in dreamy indolence； eyes closed； her thighs sometimes moving with euphoric languor in response to a kiss of cloud。 There was no spoken message。 At spaced intervals during the two minutes； five words were flashed across the screen beneath the nude： Go aloft with Golden Marijane。
Chaney decided the girl's breasts were rather small and flat for his tastes。
He quit the store and returned to his car； finding an overtime parking ticket fastened to the windshield。 The fine was two dollars； if paid that same day。 Chaney scribbled a note on a page torn from his notebook and put it inside the envelope in lieu of two dollars； the ticket was then dropped into a receptacle fastened to a nearby meter post。 He thought the local police would appreciate his thought。
That done； he wheeled out of the lot and retraced his route toward the distant station。 The sunset curfew was yet some hours away but he was done with Joliet… nearly done with 1980。 It seemed much colder and inhospitable than the temperature would suggest。
A state patrol car parked on the outskirts watched him out of town。
The gatehouse was lighted on the inside and occupied by an officer and two military policemen； they were not the same men who had checked him out earlier in the day but the routine was the same。
〃Are you ing on station； sir？〃
Chaney looked across the hood of his car at the gate just beyond the bumper。 〃Yes； I thought I would。〃
〃May I see your pass and identification？〃
Chaney gave up the necessary papers。 The officer read them twice and studied the photograph affixed to one； then raised his eyes to pare the photograph to the face。
〃You have been visiting in Joliet？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃But not Chicago？〃
〃No。〃
〃Did you acquire weapons while you were off…station？〃
〃No。〃
〃Very well； sir。〃 He waved to the guard and the gate was opened for him。 〃Please drive through。〃
Brian Chaney drove through and steered the car to the parking lot behind the laboratory building。 The other two automobiles were absent； as was the shiny quarter marker。
He unloaded the paraphernalia from his pockets and from under his coat； only to realize with dismay that he hadn't taken a single photograph： not one fuzzy picture of a scowling policeman or an industrious sidewalk sweeper。 That omission was apt to be received with something less than enthusiasm。 Chaney fitted a tape cartridge into the recorder and flipped open his notebook； he thought he could easily fill two or three tapes with an oral report for Katrina and Gilbert Seabrooke。 His personal shorthand was brief to the extreme… and unreadable by anyone else…but long experience in the tank enabled him to flesh out a report that was a reasonable summary of the merce and Agriculture yearbooks。 Facts were freely interspersed with opinions； and figures with educated guesses； until the whole resembled a statistical and footnoted survey of that which Seabrooke wanted： a solid glimpse forward。
On the last tape he repeated all that he remembered from the pages of the Congressional Record； and after a pause asked Katrina if she knew what General Grinnell was doing now？ The old boy got around a lot。
Chaney left the gear on the seat and got out of the car to stretch his legs。 He looked at the western sky to measure the ing of darkness； and guessed that he had an hour or two before sunset。 His watch read 6：38 but it was two hours faster than the clock in the basement； the engineering limit of fifty hours was far away。
The inquisitive futurist decided on a tour。
Walking with an easy stride he followed the familiar route to the barracks but was surprised to find it dark… padlocked。 That gave him pause。 The building deserted？ Was he gone from this place？ Moresby； Saltus； himself； gone from the station？
This day； this hour； this now was two years after the successful tests of the TDV； two years after the animals had stopped riding into time and men had taken their places； this was two years after the launching of the field trials and the scheduled launch of the Chicago survey。 All that work was over and done…mission pleted。 Wasn't it the