Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More 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.