I emailed her every day for the next week, getting only the briefest and most polite replies. That was disappointing. I'd thought we had something spe...ial. Eventually I gave up on her.Half way through the next week, I got a text message.-- Arriving JFK 2pm Sunday next. Hope you can be there. KIt arrived in the middle of my backswing on the 4th hole. I was playing a $100 Nassau (that's a kind of golf bet) with the president of what used to be the B&N Railroad, who'd arabesqued to a position on. And again...and again, louder and louder in weak desperation.Stumbling back, she struck a shoulder on nearby bookshelves; knockingseveral files to the ground as she stepped back. Finally, slumpingagainst a wall, she slid down. Her large, pert new rump cushioning herdescent, she sunk her face into raised palms as the room swam; the girltrying not to faint as her toned stomach heaved and she gagged hoarsely.Nothing came, and for a while she remained there; head slumped againstthe wall and eyes. Not anyone. And as she mulled over this, her mood worsening by the second, Elliot continued to speak to her, oblivious to her daze. ‘You look horrible Reed. You do realize that a Judge is on his way here right now? He can’t see you like this.’ Elliots distant voice sounded in Dantes ears, once again interrupting her thoughts. Looking up to meet his eyes Dante stared at him quizzically for a moment, trying to make sense of his words. When the meaning sunk in however she lost her confused look. They are replicons, breaking down life cells and hijacking their purpose, duplicating themselves but not feeding or stirring the genetic froth themselves aside from when they steal and transport and snip and insert and otherwise muck about with the God-Word. Other authors it seems have referred to bubble and ferment, I don’t know if in relation to DNA or not.viruses as lurkers instead of participants in the dance. But they alter and change the lives which do, stealing snippets of choice bits.