” Sherrie rises, produces a glass from beneath her sink, fills it and hands it to me. Crouching at the under-sink cabinet, Sherrie pauses, examining...the shadows beneath. She laughs, “I completely forgot about this!” Now roaring with laughter and falling against the bathroom door.“What? What is it?” I laugh back.Leaving my care products at the toilet,I kneel beside Sherrie, I peer into the dim light of the cabinet under her sink, “What?” I ask again, “This?” I grab what looks like a deflated red. And what's happened since then? Most probes didn't survive the journey and although they were programmed with highly advanced artificial intelligence and the ability to reproduce, the whole endeavour resulted in nothing more than a holographic library of inhospitable exoplanets. The probes most certainly didn't discover new civilisations, cities or orbiting colonies." So what do you think happened to that first generation of robotic probes?" I think they just malfunctioned. Technology fifteen. When they arrived, the girls all thanked him as he held the door open for them to go inside. Last one to go in was Anna and she kissed him on the cheek, thanking him for his help. * * * It was three days after he had begun his duties as the girls guardian, that the first incident occurred. As he walked the girls home, a friendly drunk came up to them. "Hey Tracy, I thought we was gonna have some fun tonight? C'mon baby let go have a drink or something!" he slurred. Clint stepped between. “Now, the only problem I see is that you guys don’t have Jet A at your place, so you’ll have to refuel at the big airport when you get back. You really need to work with Russ Brown on that problem.”“I think we’ll be OK on the fuel issue, Cindy,” Bill said. “Russ owes us a favor. What size tank do you think we’d need?”Cindy said, “Well, it’s about four hundred gallons for a full refuel, so I’d guess a two thousand gallon tank would work. We have two of those, but we’re running more PC-12’s, and.