Staring at it for a moment andthen reading it aloud . . . "Ms. Stephanie Starr. Stephanie?! Ohmy God!" I dropped it to the floor and began to cry ..... ."OK . . . OK, I've got to pull myself together." I thought. "Thinkman, think!" Somehow I needed to figure out what had happenedand most importantly, what to do about it. I again picked up mydrivers license and began to stare at it. "Wait a minute. Mybirthday . . . it's changed too. I was born on April 27, not April29! What the hell. " He sounded awed and excited. "I have to admit, I'm a little baffled by you. No chemicals or nanites that I could find; nothing to account for this. But I have a gene sequencer going through your genetic code." He was quiet a second as he came out of the control room, the speaker having fallen silent. "Once we decrypt your code we'll have a better idea who built you and how." He walked over to me and leaned over the gurney to look into my eyes. His hand brushed a strand of hair away from my. Mujhe maza aaney laga. Vo ladka koi aur nahin mera mamera bhai Rohit tha jo mujh se 7 saal bada tha. Kuchh der mein ussne mere uroz dabana jari rakha aur fir vo janwar ban gaya. Mere uroz vehshi ki tarah dabane laga, mere blouse ko phad diya aur kiss karte huye mere galon ko katne laga. Mere pet par usska hathiyar chubhne laga aur vo aage peechhey ho kar apna hathiyar mere pet par ragadne laga. Meri bhi choot mein ek aag see bhadak chuki thee aur mujeh bhi utejna hone lagi thee. Main uss wakt. .. rejection. But there wasn’t anything she could do. She tried to talk to him. She told him to stay after class one day.“Bobby,” she said, her voice pleading.He faced away from her.“Bobby, please. We need to talk about this.”He looked at his watch.“I need to get to my next class,” he said, to his watch.She sighed.“Go,” she said.He left.She understood that he was angry and frustrated, and it had to have come from their momentary loss of control. But surely he saw the dangers of continuing that.