I transited up to Oslo on a tramp steamer that flew a flag of Panama, was owned by hedonistic children of a Greek tycoon and manned by a crew of Spani...h sailors wanting to stay away from the civil war that had devastated their country. It was a rust bucket to be sure, but it chugged along with the blasé disregard for the chaos around it and probably stayed afloat because no self-respecting submarine captain would waste a valuable torpedo on its decaying hulk.Oslo was a city in panic with people. For ten years, we’ve been downloading knowledge,” Sheila said as we walked toward the farm’s control room located at the center of the complex.“Let me introduce you to two of my favorite disciples, they’re the guardians of learning,” Sheila said as she rang the buzzer on lamp pole next to the center’s armored door.I shivered in the warmth of grotto’s humid air and squinted into the shadows beyond the light. What a curious choice of words for a leader with no faith?I chuckled as I read the sign. "Yes sir, it is."I said 'hi' to Mrs. Carson and Admiral Everheart, who made up the restof the panel."Let's talk about the match..." he talked through my opening moves ofthe fight with Streaked. "Why did you leave the top of the box you puther in uncovered?"I shrugged. "I didn't think the point was to kill?"Couldn't you just form a top and leave enough air inside?" I guess I probably could? I haven't tried it. The only other time Idid that was to encase an enemy completely in stone to his neck. After grieving for almost a year over her loss, he had finally tried to get back into the dating scene. His fifteen-year-old son, Avery, and fourteen-year-old daughter, Shelly, had been after him to begin looking for a suitable companion for months now. He had dated a bit, but had not found anyone who seemed to be compatible with him or his tastes.Dad had heard that Jack was now looking to try to reconnect and had been glad to note that Jack's humor had returned. Often, Jack had made comments.