”“Yes, I do,” she argued. “I have to have the ... feel of this place, this ... planet. It will come through in my dissertation. Darnit, I want...that doctorate. I’ve been treated like a gofer long enough. I’ve fetched coffee, soft drinks, booze, food, snacks and equipment, took notes, run personal errands, done everything but wipe their asses, and even, on occasion, got to do some meaningful research. I will present a dissertation worthy of my doctorate. I have plenty of time and I have some very. "Hold on little Chrissie, I thinkyou need something different for your room. Start getting undressed and Iwill be right back okay?" Yes I will start getting undressed, I hope it starts raining so I don'thave to go to the park with the other girls, I mean the girls."Pam hears me and starts shaking her head. "You don't have to worry aboutthat little SISTER, there is zero percent chance of rain today." I watchas Pam walks out of my bedroom."Great, figures no chance of rain," I say aloud as I start. This being realized, she then put a pair of earplugs in his ears, which got rid of almost any noise he could then perceive. She then added cotton pads to his eyes, securing them by wrapping his head in saran wrap, only poking two holes for him to breathe. She didn’t want him peeking, so she then wrapped all showing saran wrap on his head with duct tape.By now David had lost all sense of reality, and from then on most things were a blur. He was left with only one sense, touch, in which Daphne. Down in the courtyard many eyes were glued to the screen, watching the action, though not necessarily listening to the dialogue until the end message of hope as her image enthralled those listening.“Right,” I announced. “One down, several thousand to go,” I finished with a chuckle.“How could this happen?” Frust almost screeched. “Our temples are supposed to be sacrosanct, yet suddenly they cannot turn off a broadcast once it starts!”“I’m sure the TechnoYr’ch will find out how ... eventually,”.