Jim quizzed the computer, and found that Carl was only partially swamped with work. "General Shingle, could I have a word with you?" Sure Jim. What is...on your mind?" The fighter, Tom and I were flying, is a little too cramped, for us. I would like to have one of the bombers, and convert it in our spare time, to be our assault craft. Till it is done, we will still use the old fighter." It was not a bomber, but that was the closest word they knew to describe the craft, for the Tandra had not. Despite the constant array of commercials encouraging youthful pursuits, we were quite content with past conquests and our daily regimen of prescribed medications. Shortly after one thirty in the afternoon, a small white delivery van pulled into the guest parking and two white figures emerged carrying small bags. The van had a small emblem on the side that I couldn't decipher. Viv answered the door and offered a seat on the couch opposite the two easy chairs she and I most occupied. The. Over by the cash register, she could see a newspaper rack. "Spearfish Lake Record-Herald," it said on the outside, with a decidedly unmidwestern Marlin logo jumping at the side of the lettering. From the distance, she could read a big streamer of a headline: "LANDOWNERS TO PAY BIG". Well, checking out the local paper would be a good way to start to get the lay of the land, she thought, and got up and paid a quarter to the machine for a copy.She went back to the table, unfolded the paper, and. She awoke expecting more warm feelings of conditioned sensual bliss, but she quickly discovered that this viewing had had a different effect on her than the previous ones. Her feelings of pleasant relaxation had indeed grown stronger, but the warm sexuality was starting to burn, and she was again struck with the impression that something very important was missing, that there was something she should be doing. She pulled up her writeup of the audio from the file to see if it held any clues, but.