Master collection. Master mitigation. Master environmentation. Master fecundation. Master. Master. Master.” I keyed the code for master mitigation.�...�Critical failure. Vent total experiment?”“No!” I bitched. “No! No! No!”I strained to see the proper code and keyed it in.“Reprint? Ark LC-55. Ark OB-82. Ark OE-91. ARK PE-100.” Reprint? Replace us with new clones? I found the no command.“Mitigation aborted. Distribution failure.”I stumbled my way back out of master mitigation and into master. She put her fingers to her lips, “My, I guess you don’t know I like to sing. Well, almost no one does – know, I mean.”“You actually have a good voice.” That was in fact true. I also wanted to know, as per the song, if she was the Queen of Hearts or the Queen of Diamonds. I didn’t ask, but I supposed it was the latter. She definitely was my Queen Holly.What I really wanted was to have some potato salad while looking at Gramercy Park from her windows. After that, I hoped to give her that “proper. . "YOU TAKE YOUR FILTHY MOUTH OUT OF HERE," he roared at me.People stopped in their tracks all around the camp as his voice echoed off the buildings.I stood up, Nan cried,"NO! it's alright..."Nan pushed herself between John and I."Just GO!" she exhorted me, " go on... get in your van," then more quietly, "I'll be alright... please!" I'll need to get my gear... from the hall," I told her."Get it and go, please... it's not worth it."She pushed me away from John in the direction of the concert. Anyway, it was a series of massageexercises that we were supposed to do to our chest twice a day, morningand evening, for about fifteen minutes. Guess it was supposed tostimulate something - that is if there was anything there to stimulate.Even with the pills and shots I hadn?t noticed any change in my chest orin Jaden?s (well, we did share a bathroom, after all), except that mynipples seemed to itch a little these days, and would be a little sorefor a short time after the massages. Actually I.