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       The winning enthusiasm was also reflected in the night watch.
       We raced around the Hydron for a while and then I showed the children what aerobatics
means: and what it looks like: when the pilot blends perfectly with the machine.
       After the twelfth set of lines: loops: tailslides: and double lomcovaks      - the XO
called and told me to immediately calm my hormones and get into standby formation.
       "All genies can do that .. fly like that?"     :Vulture asked me over the radio as we
finished another round of the perimeter.
       "Not at all - most of them can't even pilot an android body."
       "Really?"
       "Only seventeen percent of C individualities can occupy a robotic avatar:"   I quoted
the words from Mastern's lecture: "I am a miracle of nature."
       For a moment my thoughts moved away to the not-so-distant past: and I raised my solid
physical hands for the first time..
       The disaster: which happened around me  at that time  could easily be compared  to an
earthquake of major intensity.
       Lena hugged me in our lava cafe and said:    "It's okay: you just always have a rough
start."
       "I don't think so:" I said in a determined voice:  "today was the first and last time
I was out."
       And for a few weeks it seemed:    this firm statement of mine   would become a bitter
prophecy:  but then Lena did not come to our volcanic date:  and did not show up anywhere in
our other favorite places  - in Renoir's vineyards  and Giger's asteroid  and  in the Swishy
arenas - simply completely disappeared from the land:  and I understood: that I couldn't be:
where she wasn't.
       "Show us the endless Cuban eight again:" Vulture whispered to me: " and Fouette."
       "Are you crazy? We're on combat alert:"    I said angrily and smoothly decorating the
space night with a graceful dark green bow.