I couldn't even cry well enough. Igot more and more depressed. They, who ever they were, were well ontheir way to breaking me, and make me their compl...ant little slavedrone.I continued to function as they expected and wanted. Well, I didn't haveany choice, did I? The controller literally controlled all my output,and what type of power I put out. They even programmed it, and me withit to produce a little heat when they felt chilly. I was happy to complywith the commands of the controller. I was. And all were, without exception, herbivorous. The humans had known from the start that there'd be no realistic possibility of taking carnivores; there'd be no way to keep them fed and still maintain adequate stock of the others who were their natural prey. Population control of the herbivores with no natural predators, they'd originally thought, wouldn't be a problem with the Edenites present to thin their ranks, but now..."I suppose we'll wind up selling tickets to big-game hunters," Heisinger. This incident happened while I was returning to Chennai from Coimbatore. I usually book a window side seat. That day also I did the same. I booked the last window seat.There was a couple sitting in front of my seat. I can able to see everything happening in the front seat. But they don’t bother about anything. After the bus started its journey and sometimes later, all the lights were switched off and only one blue light was glowing in the center of the bus. Meanwhile, everyone was started to. But it wasn't to be. The second tour was cancelled afterdismal results in three cities. Plans for a third album were scrapped.The phone stopped ringing.No matter though, we thought, we'd take our winnings and retire. Soafter five mediocre years of trying to create another What a Face, theband broke up. Well, most of it broke up. Boop (and she was now andforever known as Boop) and I had become an item. But even that didn'tlast long. As I said before, we found that we really only had two thingsin.