With sixteen thousand searching minds, it didn't take much longer than half an hour for me to collect the above statistics, after which I decided that...enough time had passed for me to revisit the first Mark I'd found, to find out how his upgrade was working out. I expected he'd be happy - the copy of his mind that I had in me certainly was - but it was sensible to check first in case going from total ignorance of merging to being in a minority of eight minds so suddenly was causing him. Renée stood there and held her hand out for me. I took it and we followed Michael. He looked shocked that Renée got in. I thought it was something that could wait for us to discuss later.The room looked like a roomy office space, waiting for cubicle walls, desks and the like to break it up. However, there were three tables in the room. The head table had five people sitting at it. From the memories Michael had shared with me I recognized the heads of Houses there. Blake Morehouse, Lord of House. There were no weights or other exercise equipment that Amanda would typically associate with a workout room. In fact, other than the bars, hoops and ropes attached to anchors in the ceiling, the only other items in the room were what appeared to be various well used punching bags covered in multiple layers of canvas, and what Amanda assumed was leather.Then she noticed the large furry form lying on the floor, as if tossed aside. It was along the floor-to-ceiling mirrored wall, next to the door.. This was a more important project than it first appeared to be. If it didwhat it was supposed to do, with additional classes it could introducenew girls every week. There would be a number of boys who would be eagerto marry them despite the apparatus between their thighs - or, if theBoys' School worked as it was supposed to, because of the availability ofthat apparatus.Some of the extra girls could be married to favored friends, sons offriends and politicians. Though he recognized that society.