It was formed by the sinking action of the city upon the rather marshy land it was built upon. As the city sank, new structures were built atop the ol..., and the old ones were abandoned. The process took centuries, and Wendy had no idea how deep they were now, nor how old these places they were exploring were.Beside the constant threat of cave-ins, they had to watch out for the denizens of this subterranean maze. Goblins, for one. Another possibility was rumored to be orcs. Those caused her much. Sad... I guess I could have insisted on the black truck. Xena would have objected, and where it comes to my security, and Jenny’s, Harrison backs her up, but that option was off the table once Essie borrowed it last night to drive up to Red Bluff for Christmas at the Magdalena School.She smiled slightly. I offered the BMW. Essie did hesitate for a few seconds, seeming pleased by the offer, but then she turned me down. ‘Thanks, but I’m just a ranch girl who grew up around trucks. I promise I’ll. . well, it's still an open question, isn't it?" Yeah. What's the first law of robotics Laura, from Asimov's I Robot?" That a robot will do nothing to harm a human, or through inaction, allow a human to come to harm." And what's the first law for a chatterbox resonance to follow?" Nothing at all! There are no laws in free-will! It can never be locked. We've proved that rigorously in the mathematics over the last week. Consciousness is self-focusing, the thoughts organize themselves. But there. * As I lay resting, I realised that it wasn’t only the money that I was there for. There was Kylie to add into the equation. No, not the Minerva who’d coldly greeted me at lunch that day. The Kylie I’d walked on the cliffs, swam in the sea and lain on those rocks with out by the headland of the bay below the Cliff Head Hotel. The young woman I’d found myself falling in love with, in such a short time. You see that was the question that had forever been going around in my head. Who was she, was.