"Governor Whiting's idealistic plans of an isolated planet, independent from the economies of EastHem and WestHem sound good after smoking a few bowls...and bullshitting with your buddies over artichokes and cheesecake, but they hardly hold water in the real world. We cannot exist without WestHem. They are our mother country and they are the ones who must purchase the majority of what we produce here. We must establish diplomacy with them, negotiate a permanent armistice, exchange our prisoners,. "I was born in a one room Camper trailer that my Mother pulled behind herbeat up station wagon. Only she didn't have other's around to keep hersafe. I was trying to sleep my way out of the orphanage when Momma andDaddy adopted me. I, it took a lot of therapy and lots of love andunderstanding before I realized that I didn't have to be like my mother.And then I realized that my mother really did love me, she was doing theonly thing she knew how to do to try to keep me fed, and buy me clothes.My. She was already fighting for breath, every breath was precious, however foul it tasted. She knew she was about to take her last breath, and savoured each one as if it were just that.Someone was speaking, but she couldn’t concentrate on the words. She heard the word sentence, and the word hang, but nothing made sense to her anymore.She knew she was sweating, but the room wasn’t hot. Her own fear was doing this to her.Her bare feet could feel each crack in the wooden trap door beneath them. She. Where do they keep the gym kits?" Linda asked her mentor."There aren't any. They say it would be a waste of money. We have to do PE in our underwear. Miss FitzGibbon says it's much better for us to go barefoot and to be able to move around freely." She's never heard of Athlete's foot?" It's not that much of a problem here. And since it's girls only around here, nobody really bothers too much what they wear in the gym".It bothered Linda, though. Casual dress was one thing, but this was taking it.