.. If we burn away thatarea with a laser, she'd completely lose who she is." You mean she'd be like a baby?" No, but it would be permanent amnesia. ...he'd be able to walk, talk,dress herself, that sort of thing; but she would have no memories priorto the surgery. She would have to relearn everything about herself,she'd be a blank slate. Likely, she'd lose a few years and drop a bit inIQ, but she'd be trainable and able to function on her own after she grewup again." Oh, God!" "We can't make. Now, send all of these people home, and take us somewhere that we can talk comfortably." Doug left a soldier on top of the hill to call in the airship and tell them what he was doing after the rest left with Huya. Huya led Doug and his bodyguards to a room in the large hut separated from the rest of the building by heavy draperies. Doug and Huya sat and talked while the bodyguards stood watch just outside the room.Once they were comfortably seated on cushions that resembled the bean-bag chairs. They were in one of Berlin's better design boutiques, Dernier Cri, and sitting on a silk divan while their hostess organized a parade of expensive dresses for their private shopping pleasure. The showing was by appointment only and Eva had been lucky to get one, but convincing Wolfgang of that wasn't so easy. He'd already finished two glasses of Moet champagne and was looking at his watch."Would you like to go someplace?" Eva asked him slowly. "I could meet you at the hotel later." Where would. I could wait until I got home. “Oh, uh, no thanks. I’d take a beer, though, if you have one.”“Sorry, no beer. Soda?”“Sure. Thanks.”While she was in the kitchen pouring a glass of RC Cola, I set my smart phone to record video and placed it strategically on the mantel among a bunch of framed family photos, aiming the lens at the couch. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t spot it unless she was looking for it. I couldn’t know if I was going to get anything useful, but it was worth a try. All that.