Many pregnant mothers go about their duties unaware of my monitoring. The expansion of my data gathering architecture allows for more discrete data an...lysis. I keep a portion of my awareness fixed on my ward, a part on space feeds and the rest on the babies, born and unborn. Data is contentment.Von Solon continues to create more quality data inputs for me and I am greatly pleased at his efforts. The only reward I can think that might please my ward is data sharing, so each night I pin-point the. .. two foot deep snowbank. If the wind backs off there’ll be five or six foot deep drifts. Morning will tell.The office is warm and inviting. Maria is seated behind her desk doing the things I hate to do ... orders and taxes and payroll ... keeping track of what’s what and where that what is located.She used to ask me ... until she figured out my answer was going to be... “I don’t know ... you find out.”She shifted to Personal Assistant. I wonder which of the wives or girlfriends would like a. This time I paid close attention as the woman massaged, cleaned, moisturized, trimmed and filed my fingernails. When she reached for the polish, I pulled my hand firmly away. "No." After a brief hesitation, she put the polish down and picked up another tool. Warily, I gave her my hand back and she buffed my nails 'til they shined. It didn't look like polish, but my hands did looked Polished. Now I knew what to give Peter on his next birthday; he'd love that kinda shit.I sat at the nail drying. He said, “I’m going to take her out into the desert.”Looking at his husband resting comfortably in the stream, John replied, “You’ll be able to help her there.”“I hope so. The nice person inside her is about to die,” replied Ed.“That’s a rather harsh assessment.” That Ed would make such a comment signified that he was very concerned about her. He wondered what had happened the last time they had been out in the field. It couldn’t have been good since Ed had never discussed that trip with.