“She waits for you, friend,” the Moor says. You bow to him. He turns back without word or care and vanishes into the souk. His smile fades last in...o the night. ******************* She lies on her side, her back turned to you, her side to the rough woolen carpet. She looks not a day older than she did then. A beauty not of this world. For her, the perfection of youth is a jewel set in the metal of age. Her long hair brushes her pale skin. She has it the color of desert wood smoothed by the sandy. By coincidence, they each provided roughly equal amounts. My running was previously powered half by my body and half by ki transformed into cellular energy. I now had twice as many minds and could produce four times as much ki as before, so the second factor was now four times better, so my cellular energy supply went up from (0.5 + 0.5) to (0.5 + 2.0), so from 1.0 to 2.5, a factor of 2.5.My previous optimal rate of 15.45 seconds per 100 meters was - as far as energy supply was concerned - now. Isn’t it a bit strange, that we shared the same campus for almost two years and never struck a friendship and now when we were hundreds of kilometres apart I pay a visit to her?Chennai, one of the hottest cities in our country remained faithful to her reputation and the city was getting fried up when I reached there. We met outside her campus, and I was taken aback by the changes the city had brought to her. She had lost her weight and her skin lost some of its texture. But she was my friend. I wondered who they were, until I recognized Quanta standing there with a smile on his face. The rest of the men were natives. They were dressed in bright sarongs and looked like they were glad to see us, from all the smiles I could see. Since there was just me, Kat, and Sally, but with all of the luggage in our helicopter, we sat down closest to the men on the beach. The pilot immediately shut it down, and I waited until all the rotor wash quit before sliding open the door. Quanta came running.