" He reminded us that at one time, therewere only seven planets. Then there were only six. Then seven again,then eight, and then there were nine. ...We grew up learning that therewere nine planets. Now they tell us that numerous planets orbit otherstars." "They used to tell us that Jupiter had twelve moons. Now do youknow how many moons Jupiter is supposed to have?" None of us answeredthat question. "It depend on who you ask. They'll all give youdifferent numbers!"Why? They are based. They dressed in their 'fatigues' under their chador and each carried a case with their other required clothing. While they were on their way to his quarters, the General gave me a call. He was quick and to the point. "Are you watching the camera in my quarters?" Well, of course I wasn't going to admit I was, but his question turned out to be rhetorical. "You will turn it off and do not reactivate it until noon tomorrow. Is that understood." I assured him I understood perfectly."Do it now, while. The shows were all much the same: a bunch of scientists would rave about bits of my body, struggling to explain the CIA's results in layman's terms. It boiled down to my body being REALLY healthy and well tuned, other than in a few areas that were FREAKILY abnormal, such as several of the neurological results, as well as some of my blood and cellular chemistry. [[My body needed 2.05 times as much energy as a normal human, most of which was needed to power my brain. I was also getting 60% of. "They're OK. They're clearly switched on and they're nice enough." Only nice enough?"Sally grimaced. "Cliff is so enormous," she said. "Intimidatingly so almost; but he seems pleasant enough," she added hastily.Melanie grinned. "I know what you mean and I'm bigger than you. Sometimes the great big bears are the soft cuddly ones though." Hmph!" retorted Sally. "And a ton weight on top of you." She realised what she had said and went bright pink with embarrassment.Melanie pealed with laughter..