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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.