“I had to be sure you would be the right person to make this offer to. Your other friends did not have the true thirst for what I will need done, yo..., however, do.”“Okay,” I asked, wary to not to make him want to stick me with his knife. “What is it, exactly, you want from me, then?”“What if I told you I could offer you a way to get rid of your father and become the Patron for Cartha. What if, after you become Cartha’s Patron, I could ensure that you are able to be in charge far longer than any. "Human" falls further away into memory. The commander is running system checks against the stored biological matrices, attempting to resolve collisions in the ancient error- correcting codes. Surprisingly little has been lost due to redundant caches and error correction. Nothing irreplaceable. The most critical, the landing computer seed, is perfect. Without that there would be no mass triggering, not even an attempt at progress. they would simply hang in space forever.The system which the game. We were having our second drink when as of a sudden Uncle ben said “Heba, I am sure you look like an angle now, the sweetest and sexiest young woman ever, I wish I could see you right now, but I know I am not allowed to use my touching sense which substitutes my eye sight”I laughed saying “wow, is that a hint Uncle Ben, first of all, if you were able to see, I would not be sitting like this with you, at least I would be fully clothed, besides what would make a grown up man like you interested. It's not because she a short, stocky, dark-skinned black woman, who is barely taller than I am, it's the no nonsense air of her presence when she enters a room. Her presence always commands respect and attention. She's a former Army drill sergeant and used her GI Bill to help pay for college. She earned her bachelor's degree in History, and her master's in administration."No ma'am," I said smiling, partly because I couldn't have been happier to see her, and partly because I knew I was no longer.