For two days they walked. On the first day the agricultural vicinity was the epicenter of Zax's environmental perception. On the second day it was the...road and familiar buildings that were emptier than he recognized. It was the silent scenery that only a child who did not go to school nor have to work could encounter. At the third day Zetsa wanted for Zax find to be at ease and merge with an incomplete form, obviously, she did not tell him that either.The fourth location was so radical that Zax. The animal was dressed in a pair of breeches and a tunic, and had probably been the pet of the ship’s captain. The inhabitants of Hartlepool had never seen a monkey before and, as it was dressed as a man, took the simian to be a human male. The monkey chattered in fright and fear as the Hartlepudlians poked it with sticks. One notable declared that the ‘man’ must be French. He had seen drawings in newspapers depicting Frenchmen, who were shown to be small, hairy, stunted, and weasel faced, akin. I saw her when I got to work at around 10am, and she was wearing a tank top and shorts. She got into bed and proceeded to sleep for about two hours, fully exposed with the shades up. Then she got up, fixed her makeup in the mirror, and disappeared into the bathroom for around 20 minutes (probably to p*o, since she definitely didn’t shower). She came back to bed and spent the next few hours alternating between studying (reading and highlighting) and sleeping. Late in the afternoon, she threw on. She sure didn't want to talk to me privately back at that Tombs place. But how..." she froze suddenly."The machine," I said, filling in the blank for her. "We really need to come up with a name for this stupid thing, by the way." What?" she said."You know. The Reality Bender. Equaso-force. The Change-anator. Something cool."She stood stock still for an instant, and then burst out laughing. "You are really insane, aren't you?" she said wonderingly.I raised an eyebrow at her. "You," I told her,.