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(What was that he did!) (Right now he’s eating, he’s taking pieces of food and putting them into his body, and the little stuff, he just pours it in.) (Yeh, yeh, I got that percept, it was before! He slipped off part of his body!) I blanked, then lighted. (That was his coat. It’s not his body, it’s a piece of stuff he puts on to keep warm. That’s the next thing in the survival need—to keep your physical body so it’s warm enough or cool enough and to protect it from getting hurt. That’s the reason for the cabin, the, uh, hut we’re in now. It helps protect the physical body. The fire … the, uh, radiation in the middle, that helps them keep warm.) I had the percept that BB was focused as one would be fascinated by a cobra weaving its hooded head directly in front of your face. I focused on him, trying to determine exactly what and how much of the scene was penetrating him as a real rote. How do you explain warm and cold or such a simple thing as a cooking fire, or the constant attention and servicing a physical body requires, to one who has never been in one? Then BB was pushing at me again. (RAM, RAM!) He was vibrating strongly. (He’s killing the other one!) I turned. The man had moved the woman back from the fire and pushed her to the ground. He was on top of her, his body holding her down, arms around her tightly, hers around him. Her long rough dress was thrown up over her hips and they were writhing violently, her open legs locked around his waist. The two children were eating from the bowl, totally unconcerned. Not being the voyeur type, I could be quite clinical. I smoothed. (He’s not killing her. They’re, uh, reproducing.) (What’s …) (They’re putting their two energies together to form a third. They’re making copies of themselves, like the smaller two there eating by the fire. I’m sure they made those two.) (Why would they do that?) (It’s the biggest part of the survival stuff. Make a copy of yourself and keep on living in your copy. It’s basic in all living species, not just humans. The rote is that you reproduce first, before you get around to eating, cold