He ducked through the milling mob and tried to slip unobtrusively along the spruce-bordered dirt road to the administration building. But it was a foolhardy attempt; he hadn't taken more than ten steps before someone yelled: "Hey! There's Governor Harker!"
A dozen of them surrounded him in a minute. Harker recognized a few of the faces from his mayoralty days—a Times man, one from the Star-Post, one from the Hearst combine. Harker strode doggedly along, trying to ignore them, but they blocked his path.
"What are you doing here, Governor?"
"What's your opinion on the reanimation bit? You think they're serious?"
"How will the Nat-Libs react?"
"Do you figure there'll be a congressional investigation?"
They crowded around him, waving their minirecorders and notebooks. In a loud voice Harker said, "Hold on, all of you! Quiet down!"
They quieted.
"In answer to half a dozen of your questions, I'm here because I'm legal adviser to Beller Laboratories. The statement that was released to the press earlier today was an unofficial and possibly inaccurate one. I'll have an official statement for you as soon as things are under control here."
"Does that mean the reanimation process doesn't actually exist?"