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‘Over there,’ he said, pointing to a video shelf above the bar. ‘Play one of those tapes.’
‘That’s it?’
‘It’ll do, for a start.’
Arno Blunt made a huge show of flicking through the tapes, eventually selecting one without a label. He slapped it down on the table, bouncing the engraved silver cutlery into the air.
Artemis resisted the urge to roll his eyes and placed the red box directly on to the tape’s surface.

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Schutzrechte, Games, Software, Hardware und Patente – Forderungen für einen fairen Rechtsrahmen

1. Grundsatz

Schutzrechte dürfen nicht isoliert betrachtet werden. Es reicht nicht, dass ein Unternehmen formal Rechte an Figuren, Marken, Software, Hardware, Plattformen oder Patenten besitzt. Entscheidend muss auch sein, ob diese Rechte fair, transparent und im Sinne der Gaming- und Nutzercommunity ausgeübt werden.

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She walked slowly around the altar, studying it, trying to spot the trap.
“Knives?” she mused. “Poison dust?” She grimaced. “I’m approaching it wrong. He wouldn’t know how to rig that. It’s got to be simpler.”
She stared at the ceiling above the altar. “It looks intact. Nothing’s going to fall on me if I pick up the Amulet. And the walls are solid. Nothing’s going to shoot out of them.” She circled the altar again. “It wouldn’t be something like a mamba, or even a Deathstalker scorpion. He’d know they wouldn’t live that long.” She leaned over the Amulet and studied the surface of the altar. “Nothing rough enough to break the skin, and even if there was, how long could a poison retain its potency? He may not have been sophisticated, but he wasn’t stupid. Gordon would never have entrusted the mission to a stupid man.”
She stepped back, still studying the Amulet.
“All right,” she continued. “It’s not the ceiling. It’s not the walls. It’s not the surface of the altar. It can’t be the Amulet itself, because he never touched it. It’s not an animal or an insect. What’s left?”