"I wonder if the real Tark also thinks me beautiful." Her face reddened slightly making her glad no one else was present. "It is nearly my time to t...ke a mate and I would really like that mate to be Tark." Good morning, Mr. Phelder." came a voice from behind her.Mister Phelder, she thought? But then she remembered being told the humans, for some strange reason only they knew, actually thought she was one of them, a _male_ named Jerry Phelder. She had heard many things about this person. I’m staying in Stratford, I just came to Oxford for a few days.’ ‘Oh.’ Stunned and speechless didn’t begin to cover it. ‘Eve?’ ‘Yes?’ she said weakly. ‘I would love to see you while we’re here…if that would be okay with you,’ he said tentatively. ‘Is -‘ She stopped and exhaled slowly. ‘Are you alone?’ ‘Yes. My divorce was finalized last month,’ he said quietly. She swallowed hard, struggling to pinpoint her reaction to the news. Sadness? Sympathy? Resentment? Anger? She had no idea. ‘I’m. They marched in their groups until they got outside and then just stopped. They were all looking around at the giant trees that hung over the three-metre-high fences and the compound itself.She then heard one of the girls say, “Wow, this is going to be a nice home. I like the lighter gravity and big trees. The air is so fresh.”“People, we have to head that way,” one of the guardians said and got them moving again.Dusty chuckled, as the lines got scraggly the further they proceeded. The. .” the older man starts, but the preacher raises his hand.“No one who wasn’t willing, of course. But we don’t have any other ideas here. It’s obvious that anything we make can be made more cheaply.” Josiah says.I think for a moment. “Yes. More women would probably help.”“How many would you need?”“Another dozen? I think that would probably get us over and be sustainable.” I answer.“So a total of sixteen?” He asks. I nod.“Right around there.” I tell him.“That would mean four ... oh. Of course.