Low tinkling music awakened Amco. He stirred up out of semi-consciousness as the three-dim screen glowed purple. Lethargic nerves sharpened with intuitive sense of foreboding as the noble figure of the City's Coordinator appeared in the three-dim radius. The perfect, if characterless, features of the Coordinator were taut with strain. "We're confronted by a serious crisis, Amco," his voice said, and waited. Amco frowned. A crisis? How could perfection be confronted by crisis? The City was an ult