"Relax," I said. "Ever been telenized?"
"Not that I know of."
"Got nothin' to worry about, then. If you had been telenized, it's just possible they could have gotten your band number from the Telenosis Bureau. Which, by God, come to think of it, is where they probably got mine. But without that, or an electroencaphalograph, it'd take weeks, at least."
"But can't it influence a lot of people at once? I mean, like mass hypnosis?"
"Sure be hell if it could," I said. "But I don't think it can. I don't know why not, but I definitely remember old Doc Reighardt saying it'd never been done."
He seemed to feel better. He finished his breakfast in relative silence. I was able to map out a general procedure for gathering all of the necessary SRI information.
First step was to get hold of Zan Blekeke again and have him tell me his life history. I shuddered at the prospect, but it had to be done.
"We're going to East Emerson beach," I told John Maxwell.
On the way, aboard a third-level bus, I asked him, "SRI ever been investigated by you people?"
"Damn if I know. Why?"