I was so surprised; there must have been a hundred people in there, men and women, all sat around tables. They were all dressed in suits and posh gown..., and some staff where still clearing away the remains of a meal.“Follow me.” Henry commanded. He then slowly walked around all the tables, stopping whenever one of the guests wanted a closer look at any of us. No one touched us.Back near the doors, Henry lined us up then Lord Fontlebury stood up and picked up a microphone. Henry whispered. He was the only other to know what I have told you today. One day, he came to my office and informed me that she was gravely ill and her life was nearing its end."Trip saw tears running down Soval's face. He had never seen any significant show of emotion on Soval's face before, seeing the man in tears was extremely unsettling. Too late he realized that Soval was going up a raging river of emotions without a paddle."I decided to seek her out, to see her one last time," the Ambassador struggled. Our second body is the Subtle Body. It consists of electrical pulses,nerves, and synapses running from the brain to all parts of the body.Some humans are simply born with a Gross Body of one sex and a SubtleBody of the other. This aberration is what makes one "trans" in theclassic sense.Trans people existed long before Surgeon machines, electric lights, oreven the wheel. These women "tucked," "stuffed," and wore makeshiftbirdseed breasts. I long at times to somehow revive them for secondlives. Freed of the guilt she had internalized, she stood and moved around her large, imposing desk. No male could have ever mistaken her intent. We adjourned to a locked conference room. Things progressed rapidly from that point, making lunch pass more swiftly than I would have wished.I spent the afternoon in Brantwell's office in the bunker writing reports and arranging the lab to make things look like nothing had been removed. Volumes of reports Brantwell had derided in his diaries as false leads.