The waitress appeared with my food. "Anyplace to sack out around here?" I said."Around the corner there's a motel," she said. "It's cheap enough if it...matters." I nodded my thanks. I watched her as she made the rounds of the tables, a good looking wench for sure I determined.I headed for the Round Up Motel and Bar and Grill.She dabbed at his mouth with the dampened cloth, "I can't say as I blame him," he said. She nodded."Jerry, he hates us," she said, "I know it." Yeah, I guess he does," he. " If this directive is so important why did Dr. Waterman tell you aboutmy problem?" she asked."Dr. Waterman knows I might have a way that will help you," I told her."The problem I can't tell you about until I talk to your folks, but Ican't tell your folks without your permission." Do you really think you can help?" she asked."Yes I can help," I said flatly. "But I need your parents permissionand I will need one thing from you." What would you need from me except my permission to tell my. Once its transfer was complete, they decided that Basel would work in the station's Level-2 control room and start the processing of the raw holographic data they had collected, while Eliana monitored the slow thawing of the corpse with low-level microwaves.The work time passed without incident. A bit later than she expected, she heard Basel entering the CAT garage above her from the main station's connecting tunnel. He then climbed down to meet her."Hi. Sorry I'm late. I felt the urge to head. I lowered my eyes and stared at the counterpane. Perhaps she could help me to take the tablets and then the pain would be over. She hadn't finished with me; she looked at the pill-bottle where it lay on the floor near the wall, "So this is your answer to your problems? The melodramatic final act of giving me all your worldly goods and then 'Goodbye cruel world'?"Her sarcasm was vicious and cut through me like a sharp knife, paring away the altruistic veneer and exposing the selfish heartwood of.