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can use it. We call it the BHP-1.) I opened wide. (Sure.) The rote came to me and I tucked it away. I turned and focused ident BB KT-95. There was some motion and there he was, still in the haze. And flickering. BB vibrated. (What happened! You faded out, then back. Somebody pull a skip on you?) I blanked. (Pull a skip? What’s that?) (Well, when we want to move from one pattern to another, we, uh, you know, pull a skip. If you catch somebody wide open, and you get in just right, you can pull their skip and they’re off somewhere before they get a percept.) I flickered. (Why would you want to do that?) BB rolled. (It’s a game, fun!) I rolled with him. (At least you’re open now.) (So somebody did pull a skip on you!) I smoothed. (No, not exactly.) (Even a skip leaves a trace. No one I ever met could do what you just did. Neat. What was it?) I flickered. (Well, I, uh, I had to go take care of something.) BB blanked. (Take care of what?) I smoothed. (My body.) (What body?) I rolled. (My physical body, of course. My physical human body. I still got one and it still works.) BB closed tightly, then opened slowly. (How, I mean, why, uh, what …) (I don’t know. It simply happened. I’m trying to find out the why.) BB turned inward, then opened. (You’re one of those slippery eels!) I blanked, turned in. Part of Ed’s rote came up. I rolled strongly. (I guess that’s as good a percept as any.) BB rolled, then hardened. (What about AA? Any more I can do?) (We’ll try. You need a better percept of what’s taking place.) BB turned inward. (I don’t want any real rote of the stuff. I sure don’t want to get addicted.)