I’m losing the image!’
‘It’s right here. Sex The Praetor filed the data in its central core to be acted on when the time was appropriate. There were others around, minding their own errands, but she was alone, lying naked on the early spring grass. ‘At fault for what?’ Béla asked, too confused to decide whom she was asking. That’s amazing. She lay back, trying to relax in the warm sunlight. The loss of the ship could be prevented by blowing the atmosphere of Deimos’ interior before the ship arrived, or by not arriving there at all. She felt images in her mind being looked over. ‘Who are you?’ Béla demanded, frightened now. This isn’t how you ‘right-find’. The ground was still almost too cool to lie on comfortably. ‘I never thought that!’ Béla protested. ~~~~~
Béla stretched. Béla pressed against it. The warm sun felt wonderful. She felt satisfied; at peace with herself. Elaine could see it. How are you doing that?’
She was starting to get seriously frightened. ‘Why would I ask the Praetor about you?’
‘Wait! There’s no Praetor here! “You can get around a mind-wipe simply by asking direct questions.
