”“Good for you, bad for them,” Alex said.“That’s true,” Sherry said.She signed for the raw data and processed data to be shown on the scre...n. The image on the television changed to show two traces. They were drastically different.She said, “You were right about the filter cleaning up the data.”“It’s a pretty good algorithm for dealing with noisy signals, particularly when the baseline signal should be periodic. A friend of mine up at MIT came up with it,” Alex said.“It’s a clever idea,” Sherry. After I had gone off to college, we lost touch of each other. I never forgot about Kristen while I was gone. It was nice having a girl fall head over heels for me. Time passed and I went through some rough relationships, never realizing that the summer of 1991 would prove to be one to wait for. Spring semester was over and I had just got back from college. The first few weeks of summer vacation were quite boring, I would go to the bars with my friends, but never to get laid those nights. I'll. "You don't have to kill me, Scyther," begged the man, bleeding from several bullet holes. "Get me help and I'll make you rich. I have money. A lot of-" "I'm not interested in money," I interrupted, racking the arming slide back on my Colt forty-five. It's a beautiful antique. Not an energy weapon or pulse gun like most bounty-hunters use. It looks as scary as fuck if it's being pointed at you. The 45 calibre rounds make a mess. "I'm only interested in the girl. Where is she?" "I don't know.. I looked down, hugging the towel to my breasts with crossed arms."That isn't funny," Mom told him. "Use the other bathroom. We're running late this morning."She put me in bed, towel and all, wondering if she should take me to the doctor."I just have an upset stomach," I told her. "I'm tired."Mom had to go to work and taking time off wouldn't be a big deal, but she didn't like to do it unless absolutely necessary. My mother had always been a practical woman, although rather high-strung and prone.