I’m HOPING!With the bare minimum of decision delay, I pounce upon this barely hopeful premise, because, well, other options I have none.Acting immed...ately, I launch three ‘Spy-N-Sky’ drones.Too many details about the equipment is boring to tell, and more mind-numbing to read. Just a quick inventory then.One in high orbit overview, while another one, hazer (ultrasound pain field) armed, skims the rooftops, and one more, a very high speed unit, initiates a ladder search, scouring the alleys and. Now the lift boy was standing beside me, looking up expectantly. “Made up your mind?”I rubbed my chin. “Difficult choice, isn’t it Sami?”“You can always try one, monsieur; then move upstairs if you don’t like the action.”“And are they all down in the basement?”“Bien sure, monsieur. A long, long way below ground level. Many years, in fact. Many, many years.”Ignoring this last puzzling remark, I pointed to a revealing photograph of a topless Jayne Mansfield, seated behind the steering wheel of a. The planet's surface might have been fine for the biological beings, but the Personalia had a different vision: space was a pristine environment stocked with all the basic requirements of the Personalia, in their view: raw materials for construction, ice to convert to hydrogen as fuel and oxygen as oxidant, and no gravity to get in the way, for most of the spatial environment. The cold temperatures made no difference to them.Naturally, The Personalia – not yet named that way – were grateful to. I got all the ingredients I would need ready to go and began preparing them. First I set the oven so it would be hot when I needed it. Next I had to wash and peel some potatoes, Joyce had shown me how to do this the other day so I was soon off and running. I decided to get all the chopping done there and then, to save time later, so I did the onions and the carrots too. Pretty soon I had a pot of quartered potatoes bubbling away in some salted water. I moved on to the next bit and began.