Part 1 [5/6/12]
The two weeks passed quickly, and Max had used the time well. He had secured a way of getting linked to the global internet even without Wi-Fi access. It linked directly to the satellite. He had also started on the Doctor Who: The Star Wars Chronicles game, having asked Chris for lots of Star Wars information, read the CDSMEDIA stories of the crossover series, and also listened to the audios that had been made. During the pre-production of the game, he had watched the TV series of both Doctor Who and Star Wars: The Clone Wars, using a handy program that accessed files from reliable sources - even digging into deleted videos and old archive footage from the companies own computer memory chips. It had then stored them into an open access folder back in the Republic Antarctic's Wireless Network Station.
He could access them any time, and that meant he could get ideas whenever he wanted. Chris had said however, that most of the info for Star Wars came from the books, but easily be accessed by a website called Wookieepedia - if he knew where to look.
The final day for him came, and he and Jaz walk to the bus to take them to the college. The ride is quick and the two arrive at the college in time to meet the others, then head into the computer room they have Hannah in. That lesson passes quick, and Max is soon at Scott's lesson. At the end of that lesson, Scott calls for both Max and Jaz to stay. The others say they'll wait outside. Shannon closes the door and Scott speaks.
"So, the arrangements have been made. I will take both you down tomorrow, to the port we were at two weeks ago Monday."
"Okay," Max says. "But while here, I need another favour."
"Remember what I said, about wanting to go again to Plutes? Can that be arranged, so that two students come from here? But in reality it will be me and Jaz. And also, it will allow me to show him around while here, without making it obvious while there."
"Okay. That's fair enough. But won't you think your teachers will recognise you?"
"They don't need to-"
Scott's phone starts ringing. "Hello?"
"Ah, hello." The voice is instantly familiar to Max, even if it does come through speakers that are sub-standard in his repertoire.
"Tom. How are you doing?"
"Great. Now arrangements."
"Oh, don't worry," Scott says, pausing to check with Max. Max gives a short nod and Scott continues. "The student who contacted me about this whole thing sorted that about two weeks ago."
"And those are?"
"He meets tomorrow at one of the ports of the UK and returns with a student of my choice."
"Great! So then-"
"Oh, another thing I wanted to ask," Scott says after a nod from Max. "Am I allowed to send another student? Two would be better, so I can get more than one opinion of this Plutes."
"I sure it would be good yes. Just send them along with that other student and Max, and we'll pick them up on this end."
Max held his breath. He could hear every word. Scott heard Max's intake of breath.
"No. No. I'm sure Max can direct them to you."
"Fine. Tell Max when you meet him to send them on Monday, as I'll have more time to talk to them."
"Okay. I will. Bye for now."
"Yes. Bye." A beep then indicates that the call has ended.
Everyone in the room breathes out in relief, but none as much as Max. That was hard to keep, and if he wanted to pull this off, he needed to think ahead grandly.
Part 2 [10/5/12]
"That was too close," Max says. "I seriously doubt the ruse of me being another student and having Max at the same time would have held. Tom would have waited for me to come out even if Jaz said I was getting home another way."
"Still, at least it has worked out alright," Scott says. "Off you go know. Everyone else is waiting, and Jaz, have a good time."
"Oh, I will," Jaz admits. The two walk outside, and Scott locks the door.
"Have a good holiday," Scott tells everyone, then walks off.
"So that's it?" Max asks. "College over for a year?"
"Well this year's over anyway," Chris says.
"That's what I meant."
"Anyway, I've got to go. Dad's already waiting."
After a lot of goodbyes have been shared, the group then head to what Max came to call the cafe, simply out of taste for the place. It just had that feel. The place isn't that full, since Scott had let them go early, so they grabbed two rows of benches. They then sat talking about trivial things until the main of the food is served.
Once everyone has ate, the time is 12:10. Conversation then turns to the last of the goodbyes, especially for Jaz, since he will be out of contacts for at least two weeks. Or so he thinks.
At 12:30, everyone exits the college to the coaches. When they arrive, some say other goodbyes or are arranging meetings during the holidays. Max and Jaz enter their coach and take seats roughly halfway.
"Oh, I forgot," Max says, pulling out the Secure-disk Rec. "I haven't made one of these in ages."
"One of what?" Jaz asks.
<Faint chatter of other people present>
So, the final day. I will miss those I have befriended, but maybe I can come back sometime. I can definitely talk to them over the program they call Skype. One of my first software programs was a voice chat software that could connect with any other voice chat programs.
JAZ: So that's how you managed to contact Scott.
Yes, it is.
JAZ: So that means I could talk to everyone else.
JAZ: So why didn't you tell them that?
To keep it as a surprise. Anyway, I would like to come back. But now the real adventure is soon to begin. I must be able to disguise myself effectively to pass scrutiny over Tom and Lee. If they suspect anything, it is game over. Luckily, once my own operating system and programs are complete, they won't be able to get anything from my laptop. Another week should crack that. And also, I think Jaz would like that Doctor Who: Star Wars Chronicles game complete.
JAZ: Yes, I would. But don't rush it.
I won't. I'm already planning it and I have been doing testing runs. That should take about two months of hard work. Now that I have left college, however, that is easy enough to do.
JAZ: Don't you have university to go to?
Well there is, but I'm not really up for going yet. And besides, university would mean I wouldn't be able to create all these things I do.
<Sound of engine accelerating>
So that is me, signing off for now.
Part 3 [14/5/12]
Back at Jaz's room, both people are packing their things. Jaz was asking all sorts of questions like can anything be adapted to work off the Antarctic Republic's energy mainframe, and what food and drink there was. What the weather was like, and what films were made. Max answered all of them, or as fully as he could.
When the time came, and everything was packed that was needed, the only thing out was Max's laptop, and they were using it for a conversation with the whole group.
"Max, make sure Jaz has as much fun as he can," Jess says. It is audio only. "And then he can tell all of us."
"Yes," Chris says, who had finally activated his mic on Skype. "It sounds very interesting."
"Hey Chris," Max asks, who hap become used to Chris' absence from these conversations, "Why are you suddenly on?"
"Well, my parents are out, and so is my sister. Got the house to myself. For once."
"Ah," Jaz says. "That's normally what he says.
Music starts coming from a source outlined as Tasha. "Oh, sorry," she says. "My TV's started playing up."
"Sound control," Max mutters.
The conversations goes on into the night, with the first go off being Chris. Soon it was just Jess, Tasha, Shannon, and both Max and Jaz.
"Now then, since this is the last time I will see you. Well, hear you anyway, I thought it would be a good idea to send this." Max then sends a video through to them. But then gets complaints that they can't open it. "Yes. I know. It won't activate until tomorrow."
Food is brought up for the two of them and they start talking and eating. At around midnight, everyone else has left Skype. The final message sent before the goodbyes was from Max and it had said 'Let the others know about the video'.
Max packs the laptop up and removes the solar generator from the window.
The next day. Both Max and Jaz have two bags each, Jaz's somewhat bigger than Max's. People looked at them on the coach, but neither Jaz nor Max seemed to care. Each was wrapped up in their own thoughts. Max knew the dangers of impersonating someone else to sneak back into Plutes. Jaz was just thinking about exploring new things.
They didn't have to hunt far for Scott. He was waiting with a mini-bus on the left-side car park. "So, everything ready?"
"Yes." Both Max and Jaz speak, getting into the mini-bus with their luggage.
Scott then gets into the drivers seat, and the mini-bus drives off.
The journey seemed to take less time, since Max and Jaz were talking to each other. Max remembers back to when he was in here the first time, and the awkward conversation between him and Scott.
Max suddenly remembers that he hadn't checked in with the pilots of the boat. His dad's boat, he kept thinking.
"Hello," the day pilot says. Max was glad it wasn't the night pilot. You could never get a good word in with the night pilot. "Been keeping well?"
"Well enough," Max replies. "Soon to be back at the port. Anyway, been keeping any good?"
"Well, I have. John just seems to want to get back home."
"Well tell him we'll be home soon enough."
"I'll let him know and I'll tell him to make it half speed. We don't want another power shortage, do we?"
"Not really, no."
"Well power's starting up ready for when you get here."
"Thanks." Max then closes the link.
The journey lasts another hour, and soon Max sees the port in which he had been dropped off. The mini-bus pulls up on the side of the road, and Max, Jaz and Scott exit the mini-bus with Scott sitting on a wall. Jaz and Max face him.
"Thanks for everything," Max says. "It has been a pleasure learning these ways and cultures and hope to give you some in return through Jaz."
"No trouble," Scott says. "Just keep in contact."
"We will," Jaz says. "And I'll be back ready for the next term."
The two then head half-way along the path to the boat, then look back. The mini-bus drives off. The two continue walking, luggage in hand, and are greeted by the day pilot, who shows Jaz to a cabin next to Max's and loads the luggage in there.
"We'll be setting off now," the day pilot says. "Enjoy the two to three day ride."
Max sets up his laptop and says to Jaz "Time to give the group a surprise I think."
"Not yet," Jaz says. "Remember the Friday thing?"
"Yes. However, it is best to keep watch."
Part 4 [18/5/12]
"Looks like a lot of people are on," Jaz says. "Maybe the Friday course isn't going."
"Well I'm pretty sure no-one would go even if it was on, unless they had to collect a certificate," Max remarks.
"Let's give them that surprise then."
Max presses a button on his laptop's keypad, and a full audio call is sent out. Pressing another button turns it to a video call.
"Hold on. No-one on Skype can receive a video call of that magnitude," Jaz points out.
"That's what you think," Max says, pressing another button.
"Hey! Jaz! Max! How'd you get on here?" Jess is the first to scream as the link loads. "And why's the Skype interface looking weird?"
"Yes. I think we'd all like to know that," Chris says.
"Well," Max begins. "I located what program files Skype uses, and then edited them using my video call interface so you would have it too."
"Ace," Natasha says. "Can we keep it?"
"Only when I host the group call," Max remarks. "If I go off, you will revert back to the normal interface."
"So this is the surprise mentioned in that video you sent us."
"Cool," Ryan Small says. "Jaz, keep us up to date with what is happening, okay?"
"I will," Jaz says.
The conversation goes on for hours, but when it starts to get dark, Max ends the conversation saying they will be in touch at least once every week right up to the point where they go on that holiday. What Max doesn't tell them is that it will only be three weeks away.
After some goodbyes, Max ends the link.
"Why did we have to go?" Jaz asks.
"In roughly fifteen minutes, the night pilot takes over from the day one. And he is cranky about using the ships power for, as he calls it, unnecessary activities," Max explains, shutting down the laptop.
"And how much power does this thing have?" Jaz asks.
"Usually, it is about five hours. But I've got a lot of processes running and also hidden applications, which eat a big chunk of the power, therefore, only giving me an hour. Maybe less."
"And these are?"
"The secret apps? Spy devices and alarm systems. If I deactivate them, I have to manually activate them. Don't worry, when we get back, I'm working on a better processor and operating system to handle all the spy cams and alarm systems. Swapping them from one computer to another is as simple as transferring account details to one computer from another."
"So, now what?"
"Let's explore the ship and then get some rest."
"What about food first, then explore the ship?"
"Or, we could eat while exploring."
Jaz and Max then exit the cabin, still arguing the order in which to do things first.
Part 5 [22/5/12]
The boat hits the harbour pier and the day pilot takes the two to the car that Max had taken two weeks earlier to reach the port. The day pilot hen drives the two of them back to the house. Jaz stares in awe at the massive differences, the mainly large one floor houses and the different sizes of the cars.
These cars were more like large karts than anything else. They had a roof over them, but those roofs could be took down. The doors slid up from the bottom of the car. There were others, shaped like custom bobsleds, which were single person cars.
When the car pulls up at Max's house, the day pilot says "Don't worry. I've alerted them to the guest. Now, what are you going to do about infiltrating the Lower Clifton college?"
"Easy," Max says. "A synth-form mask. Failing that, hair and eye dye. As well as careful application of a few new spots and shaved eyebrows, up to a point."
"Well, good luck anyway."
Max and Jaz then get out. The car pulls away.
"So, you've showed me your house. Want to see mine?"
That tour offer lasted five seconds. The door sprang and a man stood framed in the door, waving. A small girl also poked her head out of the door.
"We've been waiting for you son," the man says. "Welcome home."
Max walks up to him, and Jaz follows. Into the house and directly through the door opposite leads to the dining room, which had been converted to something resembling a club. The tables were on the outside of the room, against the walls, and food lined them. A banner read 'Welcome home, Max' which looked like it had been designed by his sister. But at least she got the red colour to match with the blue.
The party, such as it was, included all his family, including uncles and aunts, and Max was put through the test of recounting his adventures in the UK, who Jaz was and all he was about, and even showed them a clip of Doctor Who on his laptop. They were all impressed.
Max showed them the link he had forged to the main satellite relaying the internet to the rest of the world, now properly encrypted thanks to help with Jaz, and then Jaz logged into Facebook to show off loads of places and people of the UK.
Max's family then started asking Jaz what he found interesting about the Republic Antarctic so far, and what he hoped he would experience. Jaz answered as best as he could.
Soon the party wound down enough so that Max and Jaz could retreat to Max's room.
"They seem like a friendly bunch."
"Yes," Max replies. "Now then. You can either stay here in this room, make yourself comfy in the corridor, or share a block with my sister."
"I'll just stay here. The room is big enough for both of us."
"That's settled then. Now then, tomorrow you can tour the town. And I'll show you that shop that's just like Gamestation."
Part 6 [26/5/12]
Max and Jaz walk along the main road. This road was full of bustling business people on breaks and shoppers who just wanted to get everything done. Cars of various sizes zoom along the roads, which all seem to be one-way roads in the main city areas. All the buildings are various sizes as well.
After walking a bit more, they turn into a side alley and a door is in front of them.
"So this is the entrance to the all-amazing Gamestation," Jaz jokes.
"No," Max points out. "Secret side entrance to the mall."
Max opens the door and the two walk inside. Directly opposite them is the logo they saw back in the UK. The sign of Gamestation.
The mall is full of shoppers of various positions. Either loungers who have all day and aren't bothered what time they go, bored shoppers who feel they do this once too often with no help, or those busy people who like to follow schedules. A few shoppers look at them with funny glances. Jaz turns back to see a sign on the inside of the door. 'Workers entrance only'.
"Secret entrance indeed," Jaz says, still looking at the sign.
Max turns around. "Well my mom works at Gamestation, so she knows the code, and passed it onto me," he says quietly. "Anyway..."
The two walk across to Gamestation, with the layout being roughly the same, except there are a lot more consoles and no shelves. Along the entire back wall is a counter with multiple clerks sat down. Max walks to one of them and Jaz follows. One thing he notices is that a lot of people are playing games on the consoles.
"Hello Max," one clerk says. "Ah, and hello Jaz."
This brought Jaz from his review of the place. "How do- Oh, hello Mrs Rushden."
"Enjoying the place so far?"
"Yes. Quite enjoyable. One of these has opened up near the college I go to."
"Ah yes. Expansion. Well, it was an ex-employee actually. Cut ties to the place and went elsewhere. Now we know where. Now then Max. Yesterday you said you could give a proposal for an idea that would benefit us greatly."
"Yes, when I go back with Jaz after his trip is up, I'm thinking of setting up a base in that port. One which would be a trading route between me and Jaz and this shop, as well as the other shops in this branch."
"And this idea would mean what, exactly?" another clerk asks.
"Well, I can offer you a trading stance that would offer even more games on the market. When I was in the UK, I found I couldn't play any of his games on my laptop. So I bought an old disk tray from an old computer that was rotting away. Used the tech in it to create a proper disk driver that could read their type of disks. Portable disk driver, as well. So then I bought used games, and ran them in the disk driver, the aim of this to create a program that would rip the files and be able to play them on my laptop and the RA's tech. I succeeded, and managed to run the games. That program managed to replicate and map the controls for the games onto the controller I had plugged in.
"So then I thought, why not allow the Gamestation branch in the RA to be able to use these games. No-one from the UK would have to know. And the export route is simple. The boat travels to the port we was in, I buy up a piece of land and use that as a warehouse. I put a tracker in that place, as well as some people. They then send money through to Jaz, so he can buy games in stores, or use the special account I set up to allow the deliveries to be sent direct to that place. Then the boat ships them here, we rip the files, and store them on the computers here. If they get enough interest, allow them to be sold."
"That's an interesting idea," Max's mom says slowly. "I'll have to ask the manager about it."
She presses a button on the desk.
Part 7 [30/5/12]
The manager then walks in through a back door on the far left. Looking down to the other side, he spots the obvious source of the call.
"What is it?" he says in a silky voice. Wearing a business suit, with smooth features and eyes better suited to a cat, he was tall.
"Max has a suggestion that could benefit the company," Max's mom says.
"Recount," is all the manager says.
Max tells the story and the plan as he had said it to his mom and the other clerk listening in. He had a bit of trouble at first, but then got it into his head that he was talking to an ordinary human, and found greatly improved reserves of courage. Through the recounting, the manager says nothing at all. When Max finishes, he ponders what was said.
His first question is aimed at Jaz. "And there are lots of gaming consoles in the UK is there?"
"Yes, there is. So many that people actually argue over which is best."
"Interesting. And what is your view on this?"
"I'm willing to go through with it. I've known Max for about three weeks, and have learned a lot about this country by his comparisons to the UK."
The manager then turns to Max. "Didn't you say you already had some of these games?"
"Yes. All of them work as far as I can tell. I fully tested them."
"Send them to us as well as this conversion thing and we'll see what response we get from them. The names and genres?"
"Well, there is Star Wars Battlefront 2, which is sort of a action shooter set in a fictional universe. Quite entertaining. Burnout Paradise, an open world racing game. Also enjoyable. Then among other action shooters are Call of Duty 4, Halo 2 and Metroid: Other M. In adventure games, there is Super Mario 64 which I managed to source from one of the consoles' online shopping services. In other racing is Mario Kart: Double Dash."
"Okay then. When this shop closes, we'll advertise them as export games, and the graphical quality of them will be assessed and numbered in the catalog. If, in a week, enough interest has been shown in them, I will consider going through with this plan of yours."
Max produces a memory stick coloured red. "Every game on there, including files for controls, and, for any game with online play, a bypass router to connect to our game servers."
"Very good. You may go."
Max and Jaz walk out and turn to go toward a bench.
"Wow," Jaz says. "That was brilliant. But how will the servers recognise the games?"
"Our servers recognising a new game for the first time install the online play files necessary."
"Ah. So, now that's over, how are you planning the next adventure. Fooling your teachers?"
"Easy." Max walks to a store he had been concentrating on for a while now.
The store was full of what looked like masks and vocoders.
"Er, wouldn't the teachers recognise these?"
"Not after I'm done with them," Max says, and walks in. A few minutes later he walks out again with three masks and a vocoder with a data chip. Jaz recognises it has the same port as a mini-b cable. He comments on such.
"Well you wouldn't expect to get a Universal Port transfer on one would you? Don't worry, the mini UP cable will link to the UP jack."
"Who was worried?"
The two then return back to the house, and Max starts working on his creation while Jaz loads up his laptop and opens Skype. The distinctive start up tone is heard.
Part 8 [3/6/12]
The two were walking down to the school. It was Monday. Jaz had questioned him about the school, and Max had replied with ease about the school breaks. At the Republic Antarctic, Max had explained, there were no long breaks. Instead, there were a multitude of smaller two and one week breaks. Once you finished the college at the end of the course, you would finish two weeks before the next two week holiday.
Now, as they walk to the Lower Clifton College of Arts, Max was wearing a fleshform mask that looked completely different from when he had first bought it, and the vocoder set to increase the pitch of his voice and make it a bit faster. He had taken inspiration from Chris' voice. The vocoder was inset in his mouth, meaning that he would have to avoid eating too much with it in place. But that was only for today.
At the entrance, Max staged a conversation with Jaz and the supposed other person, with them in view of the reception and the supposed Max giving them instructions from behind a wall that those in the reception couldn't see. Then the two of them waited a bit more to make it look like they was watching Max walk off, then walked to the reception.
Inside, the lady behind the counter gave them passes after listening to what they were here for.
Tom then appeared from a door. "Jaz and..." Tom looks at Max.
"Chris," Max supplies. As well as taking the voice unknowingly from his friend in the UK, he had also taken his name.
"Jaz and Chris," Tom says. "Welcome to the Lower Clifton College of Arts. But I thought Max was supposed to be here. Where is he?"
"He had to go," Jaz says. "Important business, but he told us about what we had to do at the entrance."
"Confirmed," the receptionist says. "I was watching the meeting between the three of them."
"Okay. Well follow me and we can see what you are made of, and whether you have what it takes for this trip."
Max and Jaz follow Tom through the door he had come through to meet them
Max thought to do this properly. It was all improvisation from here. "Don't you have lessons to teach?"
"Only one lesson of a Monday for me to teach. And that was with Max's group. It would have been good to meet him again."
"Well, maybe you will sometime. I mean, he's bound to drop by again."
"Yes," Jaz says. "It should be better if he came to you of his own choice. From what I heard though, he seems determined to stay away from this place from a certain incident."
"Oh, that," Tom says. "It was nothing really."
"Well, what do you want to know anyway?"
"Just a quick test really, to say that you want to go. It's nothing really."
"Well, let's get on with it then."
"In here." Tom leads them into a room set out with chairs and tables. The only thing about the room that was odd was that no technology was inside. Not even lights. But there was plenty of windows.
"This is what the Science department use to grow plants," Tom explains. "Now then, do both of you want a better understanding of working in the film industry through physical experience?"
"Yes," both Jaz and Max reply.
"Then you pack your things and meet in a weeks time at the room I will show you now, around eight hundred hours."
"Okay," both reply.
Tom then leads them into another room that had to be entered from the outside. It looks more like a mobile, and this was the classroom that Max had seen most during his second year.
Tom then let's them go, saying that he hopes to get to know them more on the trip.
Part 9 [7/6/12]
That went better than expected. After Tom had let us go, we went back to the reception to sign out, then walked back to the house. I just wish I had more time to prepare. Alternating between finishing the game I'm making for Jaz, and the new operating system I'm making for my computer, I haven't had any time to do any more research on the hidden agendas of Plutes-
JAZ: The hidden agendas?
Okay. This is something I have to tell you now, Jaz. I see no other way around it.
"Well, I'm sure it's not much that you've been keeping from me anyway," Jaz says coolly, "I can take anything you say."
"Fine. The reason you are here is so that I can gain access to restricted movement Plutes again and finally uncover hidden truths of the place."
"Well now you know. Plutes is just a big sham, and the reason I contacted your college was so that I could gain access again. When you get back, you will have to say everything that I tell you to."
"Um, sure. But what have I got to gain from this? If the reason I came here for isn't."
"Well you'll have my experience and the technology from here, so I'm sure you can cover your tracks when downloading games."
"Well that seems a fair deal."
"And you'll also have this game I'm making for you."
"True. But is all that worth all the games of the UK?"
"I think so," Max says. "If not, I could also give you the yellow datasticks."
"And what is so important about the colour anyway?"
"The yellow ones switch automatically to the game that is on them if the switch is set to it. At least three games can be put on them depending on size. You can take three blanks and three full of games."
"That's more like it. But why didn't you tell me this at the start?"
"One, you might have rejected and never come. And that leads to two, where you would have been mislead about this country as a whole."
"Fair enough. And what have this Plutes done that makes you want to uncover the truth?"
"I'd tell you, but you wouldn't believe me if I did. You'll find out when you arrive, but I'll give you some reference material on the place from reliable sources."
Max loads up the relevant pages on his laptop and Jaz gets to reading.
Part 10 [11/6/12]
Jaz has read up on Plutes and all it stands for, real and sham both, and says he is ready for whatever they throw at him.
Finally, just a few hours earlier, I had completed the operating system I was making for my laptop. After running tests, I can confirm it is working perfectly. Also, I made sure it had the most memory capacity it could to handle the most important thing of all.
I have unlocked the hidden secrets of Jaz's laptop, meaning that I can edit and make programs for the Windows operating system, and I have also taken the basic programs of Microsoft, so it looked like something from the UK, as well as the Office programs. They should prove very convincing. Even the operating system I have made is based off Windows, though I used older versions of Internet Explorer to edit rather than the newer versions, and included all I could find from Firefox and Chrome, internet browsers from other companies, into the package. I relabeled it Internet Explorer 12 beta. No-one will know.
And so, while I record this, I am packing things into suitcases ready for the holiday. I am fully prepared for this. Once this recording is done, I will upload it to the old operating system, where all the recordings are staying.
The old operating system is now on a yellow datastick which I can access whenever I want. The great thing about them means I don't have to select if I want to swap to it. It will stay until I deactivate the datastick.
I also checked in with the Detection Legacy group to say things were on schedule. They were more than impressed with how I had set things up. Elijah also gave me this advice. 'Make sure you don't give them any reason to doubt you. If they even so much as get a hint that you are Max Rushden who visited a few weeks ago, I cannot guarantee we will be having another conversation.'
And so it is that I have modified the synthflesh mask so the vocoder is outside of my mouth so that I can eat. My only hope is that I don't have to do what I did last time.
JAZ: Which was?
Dive into the water of their lake to recover some paddles that had 'sunk' to the bottom.
JAZ: Well as much as I'd love to laugh, Chris didn't when others would when something I'd rather forget happened.
And that was?
JAZ: Tripping up over a log in hail.
Now that is funny. To not laugh, he must have consideration, and a lot of it.
But anyway, we need to get ready. Tomorrow is the start of a week when we need our wits about us.