But does this mean that we should not pluck? The problem is much more complicated than that. There is also the matter of a choice function, which we c...nnot construct with our knowledge. Ai Korobase: A girl remembers a poem: ‘Who has choices need not choose, we must who have none, and to love is but to lose, what is gone is gone….’ Faustus Mortal nods. Ai Korobase: So what you are telling me, Master, is that the universe is like a huge cone, expanding with time? Faustus Mortal: Somewhat. More. We rose. The mage wrenched up a barrier of adamant stone. I could feel his magic manipulating that same machinery, changing the alignment of the minute particles in the stone into a stronger matrix. Something that should withstand our attack.But so much more force went into it. It was like I gave Aingeal a longer leverage, a greater fulcrum with which to move her force. Her spirits slammed into the barrier. The enhanced matrix shattered beneath her greater power.I caught a brief glimpse of. Almost time to head home. Hubby won't be home for a couple of hours yet and there's no way I can possible wait that long. The fifteen minute drive and its stop & go traffic enrages me. I need to get home. Don't they know my panties are soaked?!?I whip into the driveway at startling speed, grab my purse and rush into the house. I drop my bag by the door and head to the bedroom, leaving a line of clothes in my wake. Shoes, jeans bunched in a pile, my blouse tossed on the couch, bra on the floor,. The Corpsman did all he could, working through the tears blurring his vision, and rolling down his cheeks. ‘Good job, Cordell.’ the Captain whispered. ‘Tell all the men… I’m proud of them.’ ‘You’ll have to tell them yourself, Captain.’ said the Corpsman. ‘Don’t you dare give up on me now. You have your wife to go home to.’ The Captain’s face formed a little smile. The Corpsman got the picture of the Captain’s wife from his shirt pocket over his heart, the corner stained in blood from the side.