sorry i'm late, sir. precogs put out a heavy national volume this morning -- four for our zone.
they don't think, sir. they just see.
they're not even alive, really.
i fuck whores and i'm orderly, so what?
you can't make copies
it's the basis of the system. the immutable evidence. copies are impossible. you went home. a little later, i came in with a disc for mr. witwer to review. i wasn't halfway out the door when he cried out.
he was in shock. he showed me. it was you shooting him. then all hell broke loose. he had to send the precrime units to your house.
it's impossible. the precogs can only move forward to new events. into the future. they never repeat.
i forgot. to turn it on.
he took one of my babies.
i delivered .  a fake .  to him?
he spilled coffee everywhere .  everywhere .