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December 19, 2002
‘I remember cars,’ Charlie said softly. ‘But I can’t tell you anything about them that you wouldn’t already know from elsewhere.’

‘But you were there!’ Nick protested.

‘Keep your voice down,’ Charlie muttered. Nick glanced around, chastised. There were perhaps a dozen other people in the gallery, but none within earshot.

‘Okay, okay. You would have been, what, nine years old when that Lexus thing was built?’

‘I was a UNPC soldier, then as now. I lived in military facilities and field camps. I never owned anything or bought anything. These things were consumer products – I was never a consumer.’