"No more than you have any way to prove that Martinez is more than a trick of your mind." That was an honest answer, I didn't really expect any proof,...but a faker would have a better answer prepared. "I, however, believe that the Master Chief is real. I do not know how he can communicate with me. But you, Zeus, cannot communicate directly with me, you must use speech – and speech only in the H2 – or by sending text. His comments simply appear in my input buffer here in the car. I cannot sense. " Candy said with a smile."You sound pretty proud of it." Marjorie said."I guess I am. This is really the first real job I have had, and it was an accident. So I try to do it right and treat people right." Well, you will have to show me what you really do. I don't like surprises." Marjorie said."Dad said that mom told him that the day she came over for the operations review after the changes were made was one of the most emotional days of her life." Sally said."I wasn't with her the whole time.. And this is a story about one of those boys: "There was a boy in my ninth grade biology class............he was sweet; glasses, braces, zits, big nose, not too big, nerdy, smart, funny, really into music............kind of like me, I thought..but I was obnoxious and he wasn't................most girls did not give him a second look, but you know, Silkie was a little different...I know I'm not the only one, but when I was that age, I thought I was the ugliest little freak in the world, all I. I stayed up.It was around 6 am I realized I could get ready to go to school. I showered, dressed and headed out the door.The day was fuzzy. I was light headed from lack of sleep. When I got back home after practice mom was in bed and hot tea sat brewing. Deciding to get some extra caffeine in I drank the entire mug before sitting down. After 30 minutes my mind started to grow dim. A heavy weight of sleep crept over me. I tried to fight it, trying to get passed the haze of my vision. He was.