The Raid    part 3 

   It was not like the last time. Bill felt it coming. Evelyn was already so upset she thought she 

would throw up. It was like three tornadoes intersecting at right angles, "maybe it was the sea 

and the boat," thought Bill. It seemed so long, yet it was only about thirty seconds and there 

they were on the Charles River looking up at the dome and columns of the MIT library.  Evelyn 

was leaning over the side quite sick and ready to let go of the breakfast she had so carefully put 

together for the two of them. It made Bill feel uneasy to look at her. "I'm sorry for all this Evelyn," 

he said quietly. "It's not your fault Bill, and it's not Harry's either, or mine. It's Ed Sharp and his 

posse, chasing us down like we're criminals," .and she sobbed.

   All they could do now was wait for Harry's instructions. They didn't even know whether to sail 

up the river or down, dock at one side or the other. Helpless, hopeless, at the mercy of a new 

world with different rules. Harry spoke from somewhere. "Good Bill, we're all going to travel 

together now, just like we've always been doing." There was a long pause. "I call it our ship - 

the whole system is our ship."

   Bill was dizzy from all this "It might be our ship Harry, but Evelyn's sick and we're being 

chased by the FBI. Is there a port where we can rest up?" He sounded more tired than 

upset. "You know that was always your job Bill. What the hell should we do now?"

"Get us to our dock at Las Olas - no one knows about that except us." Bill recognized his 

place on their  new "ship". He was the navigator. 

 

                                                  The    Raid - part 2

    He could hear the buzz of the inflatable in the distance. It would be here in five or ten 

minutes. That's what he had, five or ten minutes to figure out what to do. He had done this

all his life. It was like his profession. "What are we gonna do Bill? We have to take the test, we 

don't have an excuse!" Harry looked at him for an answer. He always handed him problems 

without solutions and this was another one. "I fell down the steps, you have to help me to the 

nurse's office."  "OK, I'll run into the class now, how do I look?" "More panic, Harris will 

understand."  And they had another day to prepare for the make-up test. This all flashed by Bill 

as he searched for an answer to his dilemma, listening for the inflatables outboard and hearing 

a slightly louder engine sound and the clickety clack caw caw of the toucans in the trees. 

    He looked back toward the main hatch, thinking to talk to Evelyn and a strange image 

seemed to be materializing in thin air, At first he thought it was Evelyn and then in developed 

into a fairly clear three dimensional image of Harry that suddenly began speaking to him. It was 

as if he was standing right there or perhaps about to actually solidify into Harry. "Hi Bill, in a few 

moments you and Evelyn and this boat will be transported back to the Charles River. Stay close 

together. I'll meet you there and tell you what to do. See you soon,"

 

                                               Raid at Dawn

   Bill was dreaming of waves hitting the hull, "slap slap slap" and woke to the slamming air 

whip of helicopter rotors, "whomp whomp whomp. "What the heck is going on," he shouted 

and woke Evelyn who nearly jumped out of her skin. He was fully dressed except for his 

shoes and scampered up the companionway to the cockpit and took a look around. "Evelyn, 

here they come. It's some sort of inflatable with a motor - right at us. Must be Ed Sharp. They 

must have brought him that boat or dropped it or something." He was thinking and planning 

and worrying all at the same time. Their boat was a lot faster, but not faster than the 

helicopters of course. If they could make the cove up the beach, he doubted they could follow 

them very far, and the helicopters could not land anywhere in the jungle, He'd started their 

boat and they just took off. 

   That little 33 footer could do nearly 30 knots. "What if they start shooting at us?". asked  

Evelyn. "They might. I wouldn't put anything past them at this point. Let's just get out of here."

   It wasn't long and they were about three miles up the river, off on a branch he thought they 

probably wouldn't follow. Still, with all their men and equipment, it was just a matter of time. 

All Bill wanted anyway was some time to think this out. That's what he was good at and that's 

what he had already started doing. "Why didn't he take us in before?" he asked out loud. 

Because you had a gun on him and he figured he needed help, and that's exactly what he 

did," Evelyn answered. 

 

                                                                Evelyn

...Bill took a look at Evelyn and his heart went out to her. She had more to bear in 

Harry's disappearance than anyone. He felt guilty for not having spoken to her about 

so many things. The three of them had been through so much together. They were 

close to family, perhaps more than family. They were a world, an entire world, 

separate from everyone else. They didn't name it or talk about it, they just were. 

    "Let's go to the boat," he whispered quietly to her. "What are you two plotting 

now?" Ed Sharp challenged. "I'm taking Evelyn to our boat, Harry would have left 

that here," Bill answered. "Oh no you're not!" Ed started getting nasty again. "Oh

yes I am," and Bill pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Ed. "Don't Bill, just don't. Go 

to the boat, let us have the satellite phone. I have to call in some help. This is 

going wrong. You're right. You've been helping us all along. Harry has too. i agree 

with you. He wouldn't harm a soul. Go, take Evelyn and rest up. We'll camp here 

where the cottage used to be." Bill looked at him and put his pistol back in his 

pocket. he realized that the FBI didn't hire hot heads. 

   It was quiet on the boat. They'd pulled off the dock and anchored about a 

hundred yards off the beach. Soft and quiet, fairly bright stars and half a moon 

reflected off the water. "What did Ed think, that he'd help him find Harry, betray his 

best friend and his lifetime study to develop advanced holographic transport? Harry 

deserved the Nobel Prize, not prison time and disrepute." He spoke quietly to

 Evelyn. "I shouldn't have let him have the phone. He knows exactly what he's

 doing. Now he's got us trapped out here. We're hostages that he plans on using to 

find Harry."  Evelyn looked up at him. "We're not trapped, he's trapped. All of the

 FBI's best are totally trapped. One false move and they're all on the Moon without 

  space suits."  

 

                                  

                                                               Manhunt

         

        Bill and Evelyn were in the jungle - no cottage no Jaguar - no nothing, except maybe 

tarantulas. It was dark, but moonlit. Evelyn whispered, "hear that?" Bill tried listening. 

"Crack.-  snap - crack."  Then, about five or six men came crashing through the trees and 

bushes. 

     "Thought you saw the last of us huh?" It was Ed Sharp and his crew. He was hissing like a 

snake. Boy was he mad. "We made our own camp, caught our own food, shot wild pigs. I'm 

going to kill your friend as soon as I find him. Where is he?" Bill did not know what to say. He 

couldn't process all this that quickly. "I don't understand what's going on. What's happening?" 

"You know exactly what's happening - the two of you - the girl too - it's a plot and you're all 

going to prison for life - if you're lucky." He was hissing. You could nearly see his fangs, large 

teeth about to strike, "We are Federal Law Officers - this is treason. We have reason to 

believe you are plotting against the United States of America." 

     Bill feared for their lives. We'll help you Ed - in any way we can. Please put your guns 

away. Evelyn is very upset." 

     This worked and Ed seemed to take a long breath and settle down some. "You'd better 

cooperate. It's the wisest thing you could do." 

     He came to his senses. It was Vietnam all over again and the gooks all 

around you. Popping their rifles off. Pop pop pop - hitting the trees and the ground around 

you. "Get down!", was all he could say and the whole patrol got down as low as they could 

and began looking around. The popping stopped and someone whispered. "Maybe they left". 

     It was quiet and Ed was back in Costa Rica and doing his job. He breathed  deeply again. 

"OK, I want to find Harry."

                             

                                      We All Still Love You Harry

                                               recruiting spies

     Bill Levin and Evelyn Cohen had been close friends of Harry Adelman

 since Kindergarten. Evelyn was Harry's girlfriend nearly up till the time he

 disappeared. It seemed very unusual that Harry had not spoken at all to Evelyn

 about  what was going on. "I had no idea whatever that Harry was playing around

 with holographic transport to that extent. He never mentioned it", Evelyn began the

 conversation at the CiA office in New York City. 

     You couldn't tell, but the entire meeting was being monitored and recorded by 

about fifty government agents and a few other interested parties. It all seemed like 

 a polite discussion over breakfast in an upscale lower Manhattan office building,

 something like you'd hear execs talking about, perhaps  a new fashion line 

 or computer  application. Some interest but no real enthusiasm. 

     You'd never imagine the stakes involved. This was possibly due to Ed Sharp

and his experience. 

     He was also a major investigator during the Iran controversy.  All business-like

inside with people going wild outside. Here, the traffic down on the street was toned

down a bit because of the pandemic. Otherwise, the real, hopefully imagined,

 threats had been kept carefully off the news and otherwise guarded against public

 discovery. "Bill might have heard something from him - they were always 

speculating about the future of communication and where it might bring us".

                                  

                                          We All Still Love You Harry 

                                                                Love at first Sight

     Harry was all but hypnotized by the spinning tape reels, the "whirring" sound, and the clutch and brake arrangement that would stop the tape and reverse its direction and stop it again and reverse it again without snapping and breaking the tape. It would bounce on its springs and gently grab a section of tape where it ran on and would have spilled over without the apparatus that caught it and allowed it to rewind and flow in the opposite direction. This was how pieces of data were located and copied and used on the huge computing machine. Harry was one of the students of his Junior High School Class that had gone on a class trip to see the ENIAC - the world's first electronic computer.  

     Years before - perhaps thousands of years before, scrolls of inked holy scripture were read by special people who understood how to read and recited at prayer meetings. it added to the mystery of language and its power. Imagine the changes that ensued centuries later when pages were printed and sewn and glued into books. People could leaf through hundreds of pages and find the sections they were interested in. This, of course, soon became commonplace and schools with desks were built for classes of students to use and learn from books. Lessons had to be prepared and many references in many books had to be used. Systems of data storage had been arranged into libraries. Large buildings with perhaps thousands, tens of thousands, even more, of books. Catalogs with special number systems to help people find the books and references they needed. This was all being done by machine right in front of Harry, and he knew that was happening even though he was only twelve years old. Imagine.

     And now you're reading something that has been recorded on a close to molecular sized slab of silicon - an entire huge library of data that took a huge building to store and now fits easily into your shirt pocket. Harry did this. Well he did actually do this. He dreamt this when he worked at Univac, Div. of Sperry Rand, at Blue Bell, PA. His job at the time was to check the magnetic properties of fine copper wire that was being plated with ferromagnetic material - actually iron, and then nickel. The wire was used to record and hold a magnetic polarity. It was either north or south polarized and it could be read with another magnetic sensor. Simple in theory, but it had to hold it's magnetic force - like ink on a page, that can't run or fade - it had to be "clear" enough to be read easily. This was Harry's job. Just one job, but as important as any other in manufacturing the RAM (random access memory) for their newer computers. These were much easier to use and much more convenient than all those whirring large magnetic tapes you see. Harry had dreamt all this and worked at it too and he did it because it fascinated him. That's why he did it and that's why so many people became interested in it. libraries were actually fine - for a while anyhow. As a matter of fact, so was sitting around the fire once in a while and talking about hunting deer and the weather and singing songs, but Harry really loved dreaming about how people remembered things and how their faces would light up when they told stories.; Harry loved people and he was fascinated by how they remembered things. He invented writing. He watched people respond to pictures of things and it warmed him to see them smile at the recognition of symbols. He dreamt about this. You see? People loved him for this and made a place for him to enjoy himself. Their minds were already perfect. They remembered everything they ever experience in any detail anyone would require. They simply liked Harry's enthusiasm as much as he liked their stories. What you're reading now is largely because of Harry's inventions. See?