Summary

Tom W. Harris The Fall of Archy House

Archy, June and Otto were still in Washington, and the President had called another conference. Of all the projections, the one of himself distressed Archy the most. They were insufferably arrogant. One had tried to pilot the plane that took him to the capital. Dozens had congregated at Full-Projection Studios, issuing orders to the staff. Twice, one had talked his way into a Presidential conference. "The only way you can tell they aren't real," said a guard, "is to poke them. I should poke somebody coming to see the President?"
"Can't people tell they aren't me by the way they act?"
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Tom W. Harris The Fall of Archy House

Mice—in my studio! Number two—how soon can you have a scrambler going?"
"Fifteen minutes," said Otto proudly.
"Make it ten. Buzz me in the studio. We'll cut right into the program."
Back in the elevator, Archy crowed. "That's it, Baby—Archy House in action, everything taken care of."
"No credit for Otto?"
"You kidding. Otto's smart enough to work for me, but I'm smart enough to hire him. So who's smartest?" He juggled the mouse in his hand, reflectively. "Without me, Otto'd be nowhere. Somebody else'd have his idea. The smart guys are the promoters, chick. Why not marry one?"
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Tom W. Harris The Fall of Archy House

The cowboy hero projections are fighting the villains in a million bar-rooms. Fortunately they can't use real guns, but customers aren't convinced."
"Who cares about a bunch of drunks?" said Archy. Everybody scowled.
"The Pixie Owens projections I needn't dwell on. They've caused thousands of auto wrecks just by appearing along highways.
"The clowns and jugglers have put the circuses out of business by invading at show time. The jugglers get into ping-pong tournaments, juggle the balls. Nobody can keep them out.
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