"The impression I get," I said slowly, thinking back, "is that we only know of eighteen species: the Darjee and seventeen that are no more. I've heard...someone mention the K'Treel and the Tuull or something like that, but I'm not sure whether they're a species or something else, but we know there are more species than just those eighteen. Don't we?" AI?" asked Jack."First, it is Confederacy, not Confederation," responded the AI, "second, that information is not available." But there are more. He ran his fingers over the bright chainmail jerkin that hung in the corner of the room but didn't put it on."I won't be needing that today," he mumbled.He didn't think he would need the chainmail, but he didn't think twice about putting his iron, conical helmet on his head! Before he opened the door to leave, he lifted his double edged war axe off the wall and lovingly stroked the polished steel and hefted the weight of it in his hands before hooking it through his wide leather belt. The last. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?" That electronic voicesounding almost evil now.It was sending his heartbeat fluttering in that mixture of dread, fearand excitement that they both knew he couldn't escape from. Inside hishead he was screaming, no, no you must, you can't, stop it don't doit, but then he nodded, almost imperceptibly, a fearful trembling nod.A hand slid over his bare leg and he felt himself turned onto hisback, the carpeted floor against his heated buttocks. Fingers. "You gotta watch your mouth, dude!" I laughed at Mark as we pushed our brooms around the floor. It was just about the end of class and Mark had spent most of it talking with the teacher. He was lucky though; being 18 already and a senior, Mark could get away with stuff that I'd never dream of."He's an ass." Mark shrugged, dismissing the whole thing. "Hey, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to go with us tomorrow night." Go where?" I asked."Me and David are taking the girls camping out by Fouchet.