"I hoped it wouldn't be sad. Anything clicking?"
Brant pointed to Lisa. "She is. Been trying your new pebbles."
"How's the Assistant Director of Sensory Communications doing these days?" Gil asked as they walked across the room to a plastic table on which rested bowls of red, green, and yellow liquors.
"Right and light. We've got a new show scheduled to go on the Distributor Cable in about another month. Runs twenty minutes two times a day. Morning and night. A serial about the Council."
Gil turned to Brant with a drink in his hand. "Thought nobody knew anything about the Council except that they run Dreamtown."
"No one does know very much about them. No one's ever seen them actually. But we've heard rumors that the Rebels have been influencing some of our citizens and word has come down to build this show for morale purposes."
"Why, that's crazy. Who'd want to go back to the way it was before? Those Rebels are out of their heads!"
Brant smiled. "Right man. But there are still some of them operating in the less populated areas. The Watchers brought in seven men and a woman last week from somewhere south of here. They found books in their hideout and even some paintings that one of the Rebels claimed to have done by hand."
Gil whistled through his teeth. "You'd think they'd get with it and come back here. What are they getting out of this rebellion?"
Brant reached over and touched Gil's arm.