At least the people are having a good time," she said. But I noticed that she seemed to be on edge, and kept looking around her nervously.I followed h...r eyes. There was no-one sitting near us and the only people visible were the ones standing near the bar. A large bearded black man was trying to get one of the girls in mini skirts to dance with him, but she just pushed him away and began laughing hysterically with her friend."Excuse me," I said standing up from the booth."Where are you going?". But we aren’t sitting around drinking beer and eating barbeque, are we? They are on a stage and they each have a part to play. Four of them are trying to make the other four look like bad guys and vice versa. The only way that one side wins is if the truth fits their agenda better than the other. That means that whichever one comes up short will need a scapegoat and that will be me. So let’s get the show on the road. I need to be home by Friday to harvest some stuff for the market on Saturday.’. I worked hard all the day, forcing myself not to think about my wife and how angry I was with her, I went out the office at about 7:30. I didn’t want to go back to my empty home so early and I decided to have a drink and something to eat, the sun was already down and the air was getting cooler, it looked like it was going to rain before night. I stepped inside the snack bar in front of the building of my company, at midday it was usually pretty crowded of business men but that evening I was the. "You may play devil's advocate if you like, but in the end I believe you will find that Cory's response is the one an overwhelming majority of our species would give." Why?" she asked petulantly. "I mean, I suppose I know from my viewpoint, but what's yours?" To begin with, the 'immortality' you postulate is an arid one. The mind, or some essence of it, may well survive, but only in utter isolation." Isolation?" she repeated incredulously. "How can you say that? The mind lives on in a community.