My brain was even more overloaded as the reality of it hit me.I'd lived this exact scene before and FAILED to survive. In a moment I would be dead ......again.In fact my deadness would lead to all sorts of aliveness, which, if history really is repeating itself, would lead to a lot more deadness.So ... though I was alive, right now, I would be very dead in just a few moments.Really. Truly. Dead.R.T.D.The impact was even worse than I remembered. Of course I was remembering things that were. My Dad taught me this a long time ago. A set of free weights would be too bulky and heavy to store on the rig; so he came up with these bands. They hook onto the truck right over here; you grab them like this and do your workout as if you were lifting weights. The greater the number of bands, the greater the resistance, it's like lifting heavier weights. Watch."I started with my curls, three sets of twelve. I watched Billy's eyes; they were glued to my biceps, which with each curl, ballooned to. I was definitely hanging out with people who would not have been in my normal crowd.As soon as we got into the party though, everything changed. We grabbed some drinks and began to look around to see who all was there. I didn't know all that many people, but a good number seemed to know John and Emma. The music was good and soon Emma was bouncing along with the beat. She grabbed John by the hand and led him out to the dance floor. She kept her distance from John, dancing only as close as was. ”“Awww...” she replied as she turned her head back to the overhead display.Minerva was listening to the news depicted on the display screen. The rest of the three all turned their heads as they focused on eating. The anchorwoman Chenguang was sitting behind her desk. After seven months, she had changed her hair to a deep red color and had it flowing down one side of her head. Apparently it was some sort of fad that was coming and going on Mars. Ericson noticed that Dulari was trying to do that.