Chapter 10

Growing Up Wild

The New Wilderness: 2018

Alice returned to the Biotech Center in the fall. She was proud to have done her part, but eager to get back to her research. Ping was torn. She finally talked Rao into keeping her on the staff and to do her work remotely on eCom. She didn’t tell him, but he knew that she had fallen in love with the kids, and their parents.

The kids didn’t know the difference. They thought two mommies and a daddy was normal. Affection flowed all around. Albert and Anne were relieved. Being left with Dom in his terrible twos and two others in diapers was a daunting thought. The kids took over the spare room and Ping shared the master bed.

Biotech continued to rent the house in Ishpeming. Occasionally teams of scientists would stay there for visits to see the immortals. Everything was kept low key, disguised as liaison work with Albert’s experiments

Summers had become quite tropical, with high humidity and warm temperatures. Without air conditioning, they slept on a screened-in porch, and cooled off in the spring fed waters of the lake. With the carbon dioxide shift came a rapid, lush growth in the summer, only to be followed by harsh winters. Strict controls were expected to reverse global warming, but not for a century. Until then, they had to adapt.

The animals found it hard to adapt. The heat and humidity of summer and the snow and cold of winter were hard on them. The survival of the fittest and most adaptable became clear and pronounced. Occasionally, Albert participated in transplanting hardier species into habitat where the genetic pool was too weak to survive. Cloning was used to quickly multiply the strongest stock. A form of this had been done for centuries for domestic animals. Now, it became critical for wild animals, too.

Insects faired better, perhaps because of the explosion of plant growth and warmth. At least the deer flies couldn’t stand the heat, and moved further north—they thrived at the edge of the glacial zone.

In the beginning, the two milking goats were pressed to keep up with the demand from three hungry little mouths. There was no goat cheese that summer. Gradually, as little Seala and Seti started eating solid food, sleeping through the night, crawling, then talking and walking, the research routine returned from round-the-clock baby tending.

On hot summer days, Albert would take Dom on rounds packed on his back. Sometimes he’d let him down where he would quickly get into trouble. Dom loved the animals and his baby brother and sister.

The women would catch the breeze on the shaded porch; sometimes going down to the lake to cool off. In spite of skin cancer treatments and a melanoma surgery and immunization, Anne loved working on her all over tan. She’d set up a chaise lounge by the lake and put the babies on a blanket beside her, making sure they were shaded by a portable awning. She covered herself with sunscreens and insect repellant. When Ping joined her, Ping made sure she was wearing her fauxsilk sun cover—a synthetic, see-through fabric that breathed well and blocked harmful rays. She was experimenting with a pill that made her repellant to insects. It seemed to work for her. Alice leaned toward Anne’s approach, but got under the awning or a sun cover if she started to burn.

Anne often took the babies swimming with her. They loved the cool water and took to it like fish. Most days, before supper, Albert would join them, go for a swim, and give Dom paddling lessons. They stayed nude most of the time because in the heat it was more comfortable. They would hear from the eCom that someone was coming, and they’d dress in light clothing to meet them. They didn’t bother for Auntie Alice on her infrequent visits. If it was hot, she sometimes would arrive in her light hiking boots, her clothes in her backpack

There were frequent, violent storms, with wind, hail, lightning, and torrential rain. Fortunately, they didn’t last long and would cool things off. Fall was short, but filled with brilliant color and activity as nature braced for another hard winter. Ping knitted sweaters for fall and winter. Jeans were another staple for fall and winter. The kids all had Artic parkas that were so warm they rarely had to wear anything underneath. Clothing was merely practical. They didn’t have to impress anyone with the way they dressed. They dressed for infrequent shopping trips to town

So they grew up wild and naked. And they got into things chasing butterflies, frogs and snakes, exploring the woods, and trying not to mess up Daddy and Mommy Ping’s experiments too much. Dominic, being the oldest, was always the leader, the instigator. His brother and sister were close behind. They became intimately familiar with their surroundings and never got lost. As they got older, they ventured further, but they knew not to swim alone, get between a bear and her cubs, approach a moose, or tempt a snapping turtle. They got scrapes and bruises, occasional rashes from forbidden plants, but suffered no insect bites, thanks to Ping’s pill. “We must smell bad to them!” was Seala’s educated guess to Seti’s perpetual, “Why?”

They didn’t know how well their life really was. The wilderness taught them an understanding and respect for nature. The eCom and holos answered their questions and taught them about the outside world. Their parents were highly educated and with them all the time. They were nurtured, protected, and loved, unlike so many of the world’s poor, starving masses, struggling each day just to live. Or the rich, protected and isolated—often fearful that what they had would be taken away.

When Dom was four, the inevitable question came. “Mommy, how come Sealy and Seti are so dark? They look like Africans to me. How come they are in our family?”

“Because you are all clones. You didn’t come from Albert and me, you came from a man that lived 5,000 years ago. You are the same as him.”

“If I’m a clown, how come their clowns didn’t come from that same old man?”

“Clones, Honey. Not clowns. Because we wanted them to be different, like you. Don’t you just love them because they are different?”

“I like Sealy. The holo says we should love everyone, even Africans cuz they’re so poor. I’m not too sure about Seti, though, … cuz, … sometimes he’s mean and bites. Otherwise, I like him, too?”

Albert and Anne saw no benefit in keeping secrets about their origin and purpose from the children. The sooner they knew, the better. Otherwise, when they reached their teens and those hormones started flowing, they might lose the bonds they were creating. It was too easy for kids to get information from eCom. Hiding it would only cause problems.

By the time Dom was five, he knew what a clone was. He also knew that he was immortal, although he had a hard time understanding that. It was time, Albert thought, for him to get his implants. For that, they would have to take a trip.

People had been getting implants since the last half of the 20^th century. Initially, implants were medical. They were problematic and often rejected or malfunctioned. Eventually, by the turn of the century, they became more functional and cosmetic. People elected to have implants to improve their eyesight, hearing, or organ function. Pioneering implants corrected many kinds of disability, from heart disease to diabetes.

Soon, functional implants came to the fore. They were primarily for communication, sensory, or memory enhancement. They used very small, very powerful, gallium arsenide computers to provide function enhancement. They became an important part of eCom. Rich people tried each new one like they were the latest fad. Middle class people waited until insurance would help pay for them. The poor never got them unless they were in one of the few countries that still had socialized medicine. Anne an Albert did not have them. Ping had experimental ones provided by Biotech. Like so many emerging technologies before them, the first implants were almost more trouble than they were worth. Ping’s were an exception. That’s why Albert wanted Dominic to have them.

The Johns Hopkins Biotechnology Center had developed a living tissue computer that could connect to digital integrated circuits and their associated devices. Another breakthrough was finding the neural centers of the brain that controlled thought processes. When these centers were properly connected through living tissue computers, a human could operate devices with thoughts. In Ping’s case, she was always connected to eCom. She could turn it on and off just by thinking to do it. She could hear what was coming in directly in her cochlea, and view it by a projection against her visual cortex. A small microphone in each ear, and micro cameras in each eye enabled her to send, via eCom, everything she was seeing or hearing. Plasma memory in eCom stored and and backed-up everything. At any time she wanted, she had perfect recall. Unfortunately, her perfect memory only went back a year—from the time she was implanted.

They were gone at month in the spring of his sixth year. They took the Dirigible Muskegam from Marquette. It was Dom’s big adventure. He already knew the world very well from eCom, but being able to see, smell, and feel it, close up, was a wonderful new experience. The Muskegam flew low and slow, giving a good view of the plenty and plight that affected this part of Canada and the United States. Albert told him about driving through those places. It could still be done, but it was very expensive and difficult. Dom vowed to himself that he would do that one day.

When they arrived at Biotech, it had grown. Johns Hopkins had leased another 20,000 acres and had set up several satellite centers for different projects. The focus in computing had shifted from silicon-gallium integrated circuits to neural networks mimicking the brain. Unlike the Silicon-Gallium Valley and New England and Texas technical corridors, there was a marked absence of sprawling, expensive real estate. There were a few hundred researchers, but they all lived on site. Everything was low key except the traffic through the secret portal. Dom wanted to see it. Instead, they took a gyrocopter directly to the lodge.

Woolly and Dima, respectively six and four years of age, had been shipped off to a high prairie wilderness reserve near the North Dakota, Manitoba line. They were thriving midst a herd of buffaloes and had become the object of an intense dirigible tourist trade. Flyovers were limited, and ground contact was prohibited. Albert promised Dom that they would visit them on their trip to the ranch in the fall.

A herd of ten little hairy tuskers greeted them. Five were destined to join Woolly and Dima. Five would go to Siberia. Siberia had been very cooperative. Each little tusker had been cloned from a different donor. Two of them were Mastodons. Dom had a great time petting and feeding them. Two of them were nursing Dom got to hold the bottle. They sure were strong.

The fun was over. Dom was put to sleep during eight hours of microsurgery to place his implants. He was given a memory supplement that retained ten times the capacity of his brain. Even if he was ever disconnected from eCom, he would carry this memory with him in his sinus cavity. The unit was easy to access and upgrade. Recovery was short and painless. It took three weeks of intensive training for him to master the mental operation of his implants. He practiced, first on a set of structured exercises, and then, on sending and receiving holos to Seala and Seti research on the Iceman, Indians, and cloning. When all of his implants were working well, they left the Center and toured Washington, DC.

The nation’s Capital was protected by a levee, the Potomac had been rerouted around, and the remaining riverbed made into a lake. It was a temporary solution. Current thought was that it would be rebuilt near Mount Vernon. Some favored moving the Capitol Building and monuments. Others argued that they were obsolete and would emerge from the sea again anyway in the 22^nd Century. It was decided by cost. Some things were just too expensive to save.

They took the electric elevated train to New York. Baltimore and Philadelphia were suffering the same fate as DC. Manhattan Island had converted to a more efficient, rooftop infrastructure. Sun-facing windows had been converted to translucent solar panels instead of glass. The subway and streets were abandoned in favor of a Venice-style labyrinth of waterways and high, overhead walkways and electric trams. No new buildings had been built in the 21^st Century, so it retained a quaint, historic, look, as they viewed it leaving on Chicago for Chicago.

The trip showed that attempts to reforest portions of Ohio near Lake Erie were succeeding. Eastern wood bison were being reintroduced and Cleveland was one of few cities making a comeback. Chicago sprawled much further than he remembered. It was suffering from people fleeing the north and people fleeing south. Much of the city was abandoned. It was difficult to maintain city services and order.

Milwaukee appeared to be much better off than Chicago. Still there was a weather-threatened techno-corridor all the way the Madison. Albert was glad to return to Marquette and the wilderness. Dom was amazed by his journey. He had retained it all.

In mid August, Ping stayed on to watch the experiments, while the whole family toured the West and visited the ranch. This time, they left from Eau Claire on the Omaha. On the way to Denver, Albert was pleased to see vast areas no longer farmed or overgrazed. The kids were bored until the pilot brought them within a hundred feet above a huge buffalo herd. Denver had grown from Cheyenne to Colorado Springs. It didn’t look too bad from the air, but the size of it was scary. They skirted the Rockies to the south and floated over timeless canyons and mountain ranges to the FunPlex in Vegas.

They spent three days taking in attractions for kids. Dominic really enjoyed Return to Egypt with its full size replicas of many of the Egyptian sights, including the Sphinx and Great Pyramids of Giza. Dom was intrigued by the mystery of the mummies and the theories that all of this was the work of extraterrestrials. Albert was disgusted by all the psuedoscience and fakery designed to get people to spend their money. Anne was amused at his disgust. Seti and Seala just wanted to play all the games and crawl through the tunnels of doom—creepy mummies and all.

Anne had business with her family, so they boarded Fresno for Los Angeles. The pristine bluegreeness of Lake Powell contrasted with the ugly Vegas valley with its fake pyramids. None of that water reached California or Mexico. Crossing the mountains into California, it was easy to see what it had become. Except for an embattled area around San Diego, Chinese and Mexican interests ruled Southern California. Film-making had fled to San Francisco and Seattle. The mansions in the hills were occupied by drug lords, smugglers, and sleazy business operatives. Cooking fires burned in places across the garbage strewn environment. Here was where most of the illegals entered the country. Their plight, with water so scarce, was dire. They were not welcome.

The meeting with Anne’s relatives in Santa Barbara was unsettling. While they still lived in luxury, they had lost their holdings in the south. There was a lot of paperwork to sign as they dissolved the Compton Foundation. Anne did not protest. It was every man/woman for him/herself. Albert was pleased to leave.

They took a small National Park tour ship to Yosemite, Tahoe, Salt Lake City, and Yellowstone. The mountains were timeless, unmoved by the hand of man. Still, Albert was surprised at what lengths people had gone to escape the scourge to the south. At least Yosemite Valley didn’t have houses hanging all over its cliffs and slopes. The valley surrounding Salt Lake resembled Denver with a strip of city running north to south. It was good to get back to Yellowstone and float over Old Faithful as she erupted once again--oblivious to the Western water shortage. The sight of Mammoth Springs had them reminiscing, “This is where Mommy met Daddy.”

Seti responded, “Are those horsies, … you told me there’d be horsies!” Only Dom understood. He tried to explain that the big animals at the Springs were wapiti, but Seti insisted that were, “horsies.”

George picked them up at Billings with the truck he used for hauling horses and buffalo. The kids were amazed. It was the first time they had seen an Indian or ridden in a truck. With all the Indians and trucks in the UP, Albert thought maybe he’d sheltered them too much.

They spent two weeks at the ranch. Dominic learned to ride quite well. With the other two on backpacks, they took to the trails daily. The hot tub was welcome after a long day on the range. Anne’s master bedroom had acquired a distinctly George character. For their stay, he returned to the bunkhouse. Anne joined the hands there for poker in the evening.

They took the train to Minneapolis. They were stopped by herds of buffalo twice. Taking an air tour from Minot, Dom got to see Woolly and Nima. “See them!” He exclaimed, “I got to feed them at the Center!” His brother and sister didn’t appreciate the importance of his statement. They were viewing from a distance and didn’t know what touching a wiggling trunk was like.

They arrived home just before winter set in. Ping was very glad to see them. Albert asked Dom to download his experiences on the trips so that his brother and sister could upload them later. Dom opened a file on eCom for the information, and then downloaded a copy in five minutes.

Dominic was much like his father and donor. He liked to hunt; preferring to use his bow and arrows rather than a gun. With his implants, he never lost an arrow. The arrows had sensors, but he rarely had to use them. The exception was the deer he shot when he was seven. The deer was only wounded and traveled nearly a mile before he found it and ended its misery. Without the sensor, he wouldn’t have found it.

He used his father’s stock of leather to fashion Indian clothing for himself. He made moccasins for his feet, leggings to protect him in brush, a loincloth, and jacket. He preferred wearing his Indian garb while hunting. In winter, he returned to high tech parkas, boots, and snowshoes. He wondered how the Indians had kept warm with only hides, furs and wood fires. He loved science and math, and started taking an active role in the experiments. His travels had broadened him. He was becoming a man of the world.

Seala was a contradiction. While she hung with Dom like a tomboy, she also had very feminine side. When she wasn’t collecting snakes, she worked on cute clothes with Ping. She gave fashion shows on cold winter evenings and came up with costumes for plays. Her brothers reluctantly joined her in the plays. She made so many clothes that when she outgrew them, they were taken to the Salvation Army with Daddy’s food. She loved going shopping with Ping or Anne to Marquette. She was the little diplomat, constantly settling arguments between Dom and Seti. She loved to entertain guests while her brothers hid. She started studying black culture as soon as she realized her origin.

Seti couldn’t compete with the talents of his brother and sister. He hid under the protection of Seala and kept to himself with holo games. After the trip to Vegas, he developed an interest in Egypt. More and more, as he grew older, he sought attention by acting out. He developed a fascination with fire, so Albert had him feed the wood stove and accompany him on controlled brush burning. Seala was constantly stopping him from poking the animals with sharp sticks or other torture. “I just wanted to see how well that goat could walk with two legs tied together,” he’d lament. He always seemed to have a reason for his actions.

When the younger ones turned six, it was time for their implants too. Ping stayed back to tend the experiments while the whole family flew to the Biotech Center. The ten tuskers Dom had seen were gone, but five new ones had taken their place. There were now two saber-tooth tigers, two giant tapirs, ten three-toed horses, and a host of other ice age animals. The thought was that these animals were better adapted to the coming climate.

Dominic was excited being one of the first to see and touch these exotic creatures. Seti liked the horses, but found the mammoths a bit daunting. Seala showed him how docile they were by riding around on one.

While his younger siblings got improved implants like Dom’s, he got upgrades, including a hundredfold increase in his auxiliary memory. His brother and sister automatically received the two years of memory he had already acquired.

The implants enabled the three of them to share vast amounts of information. Their studies took on a whole new light. Dom’s interests were voracious. He was interested in the origins of things. Where had were come from and where were we going. Albert saw him becoming an astrophysicist.

Seala was interested in culture and the arts. She loved the great novels and political struggles. She played several instruments, sang and danced. Albert saw her becoming a diplomat like Anne.

Seti used his new abilities to explore the growing fringe elements and cults. He loved Zen, astrology, fantasy, witchcraft, Hinduism, and, most of all, the Sons of Ra, an all-male cult based on the Egyptian worship of the Sun God, Ra. Albert only hoped that he would become a philosopher.

Seti showed something else, too. Increasingly, he showed a side that was violent and cruel. Dom would let him be cruel to his sister, so he often took his cruelty to poor, defenseless animals. Dom and Albert found shrines in the forest, with incense and animal parts. He would stay up all night on eCom, communicating with members of cults. Albert tried to block his access to these sites, but he always got around them.

Finally, in his thirteenth spring, his violence came to a head. About a mile from the cabin, Albert found his Alpha wolf, Blue, dead. Blue had apparently been shot with one of the stun darts Albert used in his work. He had been skinned alive and his claws and teeth pulled out. Seti had left distinctive boot tracks. Dom helped Albert find the bloody stash of teeth and claws in a false timber in the barn. When confronted, Seti admitted killing the wolf. “I got sick and tired of his incessant howling, interrupting my chants, so I dropped him.”

Albert suspected what was wrong, but called Dr. Kundi to be sure.

Rao was shaken when he heard. “We suspected it. All the signs were there in those checkups. We just thought he’d grow out of it. I suspect that it’s a hormone imbalance. We corrected the 47XYY syndrome. That explains it. Seti II was so bad because of his hormones, not the syndrome! I’ll send the Ishpeming team in there to help you get him out here. I’ll ask my experts at the hospital to help out. We’ve been doing some basic brain receptor work that just might help him. Worth a try?”

“Worth a try.” Albert was already planning the trip.

Anne and Albert left with Seti and the team the next morning. Ping, Dominic, and Seala agreed to tend the experiments and get the garden and crops started. No one knew how long they’d be gone.

Albert had plowed the five-acre tract in the fall. Now, the snow had disappeared and it was time for planting. Dom cranked up the old propane tractor and dragged the muddy ground. In two days it was dry enough to plant. Dom used a old drill to plant buckwheat, oats, and corn. Ping and Seala worked on the half-acre set aside for vegetables.

On the third day, Ping determined that they were short a few things and decided to go to Marquette to get them. She planned to walk to the All Wheel, drive it to Marquette, buy the supplies, then return. It would take her all day. “Are you two sure you’ll be okay here alone? I won’t be back until late?”

“Yes, Mommy Ping. It’s okay. We’ve still got a lot of work to do. We wouldn’t be any help to you and we can do a lot here.” Seala spoke with conviction.

“Always the diplomat.” Dom thought. He was looking forward to being responsible for the place. After all, he was fifteen.

Ping took a big backpack of food and set out in the early morning. Dom and Seala were in the garden planting, soon after. They worked hard and fast. It was becoming the hottest day of the year. By noon, they were hot, sweaty, and hungry. They had used up all the seeds and fertilizer. They would need what Ping was getting to finish. Laughing and happy to be through, they ran for the cabin to get their lunch.

“Hey, why don’t we have a picnic by the lake! I want to take a swim and cool off before we eat. Whatta ya say?” Dom hadn’t been swimming yet this year.

“I don’t know. It might still be too cold.” Seala was cautious.

“Aw com’n. I want to practice a few of those strokes I perfected last year. You know I can’t go in without you?”

They packed a basket with the lunch Ping left them and Seala grabbed a blanket while Dom ran down to the lake with their lunch. He was out of his clothes by the time she got there.

“Last one in is a loser!” He had to be the first one in. He ran down the grassy trail, feeling the warm grass under his feet, out onto the aluminum dock fifteen feet long, and dove, head first, into the deep blue water he knew was there. He was greeted with a shock! The water was so cold that his muscles tightened up and he imagined himself freezing under water in the Artic Sea. He thrust forward hard, and found that he could still move.

When he came up, treading water, Seala was slipping herself gently in off the deep end of the dock, directly in front of him. Regaining his strength, he dove forward, under water, and swam toward her with his eyes open. When her hips appeared directly in front of him, he reached around her thighs, and tackled her. With his cheek against her stomach, he pulled her under. She turned and struggled to get free. She was strong and smooth. He felt her pubic hair brush his ear as she struggled free. His head slid between her legs and his hands ran along her legs as she pulled away.

He was through playing. It was too cold. He swam for the dock and pulled himself up. Seala was swimming further out. Keeping an eye on her over his shoulder, he headed back to the blanket. Remembering that he didn’t have a towel, he shook off the cold water as best he could, spread out the blanket on the slope, and sat down. Seala was still swimming. He laid down flat, shivering, to get the full benefit of the sun, keeping his eye on Seala out in the lake.

After ten minutes, the sun had dried the water and warmed him up. He could see Seala swimming in. He couldn’t believe she could stay out so long. She came in alongside the dock and stood up when she could touch bottom. As she walked in and came up out of the water, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. She had changed. The bright sun shone off her dark, wet skin and revealed the beauty she was becoming. She seemed taller than she was, with straight shoulders. He hadn’t noticed her breasts before. They were small, but beautifully proportioned. And she had hips, with pubic hair growing in a neat triangle. His pubic hair was still sparse, and very blonde. He felt himself stirring.

Seala was smiling broadly and walking quickly toward him. “Hey, you chicken! Why didn’t you stay out there with me? Oh, I know what it was, you wanted to get up here where it is warm to pull your bone!”

Dom had never heard his sister talk like that. He rolled over on his side to hide his erection. When he looked up, she was straddling him, her hands on her hips, water dripping off her pubic hair right on him. Even in the bright sun, he could see water droplets shining everywhere on her skin, all goose bumps, and the sharp points of her breasts looming directly above.

She knelt down, trying to turn him over. She got a hold of his penis and started to pull on it. “Com’n show me how you masturbate!” She started to pump him up and down as he relinquished and slowly turned back toward her.

Dom reached out and grabbed the hand. He knew now what she wanted. He couldn’t help but show her. It was easy. He’d been masturbating for three years. He started when he bypassed the block to sexual material Biotech had put on his implant. Looking up at Seala was better than the countless girls he’d fantasized about on eCom. He came in two minutes.

Seala squealed and rubbed her hand in it on his belly. Then she rubbed it on her belly. She knelt in front of him and began rubbing herself with both hands. “I can do that too!” She squealed and, rubbing furiously, threw back her head and closed her eyes. As Dom watched her breasts heave, her nipples rigid, she began to moan until she collapsed forward onto him. Her skin was now hot. He was erect again, so he started stroking again while she rubbed gently. He exploded like he never had before, hitting himself in the face. She lay down beside him, hot and panting, and rubbed the mess on his chest again.

They lay there for some time, relaxing, until the sun had completely dried his sperm and it pulled tight on his skin. Brushing it off in white flakes with her hand, Seala came up on her elbow and said. “I’ve loved you for a long time, Dominic. We are clones. We are immortal. I think we are meant for each other.” She kissed him gently on the lips.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see it. I was so excited by all those girls on eCom. You were my little sister. Suddenly you’ve become something else. I can hardly believe it! How did you …?”

“I got past the block when I was eight. I was shocked at first, then, gradually, I began to like it. Those girls taught me. Lately, I just felt I had to show you.”

“Well, you sure showed me.” He kissed her back “We’d better not tell anyone about it. They may have plans for us, okay?”

“Oh, I might tell Ping!” She smiled a wicked smile. “Hey, I’m hungry!” She sat up and reached for the basket.

At the Biotech Center a small group of technicians and researchers gathered around two holos. “Wow! Look at that! Some guys have all the luck! But should they be doing that?” A young man in a lab coat was expressing his emotion.

“It was expected. Don’t you remember how it was for you, or were you just too sheltered. They are clones. They are immortal. They cannot reproduce. Let them have their fun.” Dr. Margaret Keeley-Jones spoke with the authority that came with her experience, second only to Khundi’s.

Just then, Rao Khundi stepped in the room and joined them. He stopped and took a long look at his two creations. “Should we tell Dr. Repaul about this?” Maggie asked.

“No. Let’s just let things take their normal course. It’s good that these two love each other. We have to remember that they are not like us.” Rao was being philosophical.

Not knowing that they were being watched, Dom and Seala ran naked all afternoon long, practicing their kissing. Like the girls on eCom, Dom had Seala pose and perform songs and dances for him. His cameras and microphones got it all—a memory for a lifetime.

When Ping arrived that night, they were dressed and had supper waiting. She was proud that they had finished their work and did such a good job watching the place. In the morning there was a lot of work to do.

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