CHAPTER NINEFabia Rabinowitz had moved back to the UC computer center after finishing her assignment on loan to the Pacific Film Archive. Her workplace was a combination office and computer lab. A custom-built processor stood on her desk, a printer beside it. A VCR was cabled into the processor. The walls were lined with shelves of manuals and computer magazines and stacks of printouts. There were a few metal chairs, and a window that looked out on Sproul Plaza.
Students moved briskly between classes. There were no political speechmakers in evidence, no arm-waving evangelists, no musicians or street-theater performers.
It was raining very hard.
Fabia Rabinowitz, tall and dark-haired and elegant, sat at the computer keyboard. The others were crowded into the small room: Hobart Lindsey, M
