The left side is the output of the computer, that is my voice after processing, as it goes out over the air. The right side is the guy at the far end....You pick the band." Okay Drew, let's try 40 meters, but just to keep it honest, I'll tune the rig." Fine with me. Pick any open frequency in the phone band."Steve tuned around and found a free spot between the jumble of voices, whistles, and growls on that short wave band. "Go to it, champ" Okay... CQ CQ CQ, 40 this is WB1RUI calling and standing. Every rally was a match. We were both attacking the ball and while Randy was playing racquetball, I was trying to kill the ball. Randy ceased to exist. It was just me and where the ball would be. And how hard I could hit it.We rallied for an hour and were both dripping with sweat when our hour was up and there was new respect between the two of us.“You sure as hell better make it to semi-finals,” Randy growled at me as we left the court. “That’s where we’ll meet next.” I didn’t care about. We might have to hold out for a while."The murmuring started up again, but Gina surprised me by crying out. "I have to admit its not great news, but we can be prepared. Any chance of warning the rest of the colony?"Yvette shrugged. "We can send them a message, but most will ignore it. They appear to be fighting a cold war right now, mostly watching each other's moves and trying to terrorize the last of the neutral holdouts into taking a side." How many of them are left?" Timothy asked.The AI. Over the next two days the surviving members of the Schmidt family talked in the condo's living room about the tragedy that overtook Jason's parents. Their grandmother took the two teenagers through a mental journey into the past as she tried to figure out if there was anything she might have done to contribute to her son's personality. As they listened to her, Jason and Cassie came to understand their father much better and also understand what had influenced them as they were growing up..