5 minutes later the road runs out. "Ok," I say, "Where too now." "Straight on." you say. So off we go. Just a dirt track, but then widening out into a...large flat area, ahead of us the sea. I pull up at the end of a beach, to the left a 150 foot high cliff, to the right a mile of glorious sandy beach. I'm just about to turn right when you stop me and point the other way. Ok, your still the boss, off we go. Within 30 seconds I'm face to face with the cliff. "Park here." you say, and out we get.. And that is true. At least the part about having a clue about how to get back to Confederacy space.In my last letter, I believe that I mentioned that we were pursuing an anomalous signal that seemed to be coming from the equivalent of a spaceship's black box? I'm sure I did. I think I mentioned that we had to have the replicator build tens of thousands (if not millions) of tiny drones that could then be configured in such a manner that they formed a steerable space-borne radio telescope in. When the stores open, I'm going to beef up our intruder detection system and stop depending on outsiders for our protection. It reminds me of the old saying, "If you want something done right, do it yourself!"I was sure with the right detection system and matching software, we could be as safe as it was possible to get in this crazy new world. Anyway, that was the route I was going to follow from now on.I was wide awake, now, so I thought that I would see what could be done with that name Sun. I made my way back to the seats, and reached for her hand. She took it and got up confused, as we made our way toward the locker room. Where are we going? I said, to the locker room, to get you a jacket or something. I am fine she said, and I replied no we are going. Once we got there, the smell was kind of bad. She sort of snarled her nose and said uh. I said I know a lot of sweat and testosterone in here huh? And she laughed and agreed that there was something. I made my way over to the.