The ‘prisoner rack’ could have been faked, mostly. That was simply great engineering, but the ‘teacher’ had done so much more, not just an ent...re language but also activating apparently latent telepathic capabilities. I couldn’t even reject that as some kind of fake because everything else simply fit, even the toilet responding to interrogation.Aneeka brought her hands up to my face, turning me to face her. She leaned closer, finally kissing me with exquisite tenderness. Nallen drew me onto his. Time is impossible to calculate when you’re surrounded by complete darkness. I only know my headache eventually faded and my dizziness passed. In no time I was sitting up. It wasn’t until I tried getting up that something new was revealed.A rattling noise was heard as something tugged on my ankle. I carefully reached down and felt around. My hands soon reached something cold. Metal. A band of it encircled my ankle. To it was attached was what felt like a heavy chain. My heart skipped a beat. " We both laughed. "And we won't need 'Johnson's Antidote'." Aha! I've read Banjo Patterson, too." But I'm not 'the Scientific person hurried off with utmost speed, / Tested Johnson's drug and found it was a deadly poison-weed.'" [Banjo Patterson, "Johnson's Antidote."]"How was your hunt?" Quite successful, though not edible." May I ask some questions?" Of course." You know that Sammy went to Brisbane. [I nodded] He is fascinated by what you are doing. Is there a way he could come to you and. They'dprobably be happy to have the song appeal to a broader fan base!" I wrote the song!" I screamed at him. That got through to him. He took a slight step backward, and his facechanged. It seemed likely that he realized he had just taken his argumenta step too far. Changing other people's songs was one thing, butsuggesting to an artist that she needed to change her own song was adifferent situation altogether. The grimace on his face proved that herealized he wasn't going to win this argument.