”“An excellent endeavour, if you don’t mind me saying so. Good security is essential. Farewell for now.”The next few days were almost boring, ...ut I never allowed myself to get bored. Attention to detail in a job gives one the intensity of determination that stops boredom in its tracks. I will admit to it being routine, but most tasks have routine built in, and this results in consistency. It is easier to do a job that requires consistency, rather than intellectual effort, but my job requires. With my research done, I cleared the library cache and headed back to the hotel room. I decided to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening vegging out to TV shows, until they put me to sleep early. The next day I was up just after 9, with the TV still on. I shut it off, and took a quick shower before getting ready to check out. I gathered my things, put them in my car, and returned the room key to the desk, paying my bill and leaving the town.I headed towards the Farm House, to prepare. Simeone nodded and Ben could see that his cheeks had flushed red with embarrassment."Simeone, what are you?" asked Ben."I'm the pilot of a seeding ship," Simeone answered without hesitation."Yes, you're a pilot and the father of the people who have given life to a planet. Now, what happened when you gave me a memory upgrade?" asked Ben."You gained the most recent knowledge Woden has and also inherited all of my personal memories," Simeone replied slowly, trying to figure out where Ben was. They were so real, yet so unassuming. These living vestiges of the African motherland. A place I’ve never seen. One I’ve only heard described in books, television and movies. And always from a white person’s viewpoint. Never from the viewpoint of a true African. I began to ensconce myself into this small but vibrant enclave. I stopped hanging out with my blue-blooded friends. One day, Angelo asked to be introduced to my family. That sent me into a panic. Don’t get me wrong. I love Angelo..