He wanted to get as close as possible in the beginning. All that was displayed on the viewer were a random assortment of images, all moving past at s...ch a high rate of speed as to be almost incomprehensible. He tried to slow the images down or to freeze them, but the viewer was not able to retain any image for longer than a split second at this probability. He tried change the probability index, slowly at first, then by large amounts. Lex set the index to 10,000,000 and the images started. The woman’s movements were that of a feline hunter yet there was a reserved measure to her actions that suggested that she was also used to being the prey. She was carrying a spear, little more than a shaft of wood with what appeared to be a flint head crudely fashioned into a sharpened triangle. To somebody of Laura’s upbringing, it was like having travelled through a portal in time, the ancientness of the jungle once again brought home.Laura was still peeing, her delicious relief squirting. You son of a b, but the TV showed his son transforming, while Dr Phillipswith the remote control on his hand remained far away on the roomprepeating the phrase slowly and painfully.The father of the kid was taken, transported to the surreal world wherehis son was turning into a girl.The moment was for Dr. Phillips to act, and he approached from behindinjecting the man with a solution that made him lost consciousness beforehe even could turn to see what happened.The moment was his... Dr.. But when I got there, some blonde chick had beat me to it. They were hard at it when I went through the door to his bedroom. I had creamed as many curses at him as I could think of at him, and marched out the house, tears running down my cheeks. He ran after me, trying to explain. "It's not what it looks like. She just came to say hi. She's no one!". I swore at him and ran all the way home. Once in my own safe room, I'd collapsed and cried myself to sleep. Here, in the bar, the tears came back..