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(I got a solid percept of you coming out of the physical body there. That yours?) I vibrated. (Certainly it’s mine! I don’t go into other people’s bodies.) (Why not?) I flickered. (Well, uh, it’s against the rules.) (What rules?) (I don’t know, it doesn’t uh, the percept is, you don’t do it. I don’t think I could if I wanted to.) (You do a lot of turning and twisting when you come out, you know.) I plied. (I don’t have a percept from outside watching me in action.) (We do much the same back in KT-95 in a game we play. Gets us in and out of the system over us. Hey, what are all those curls doing in that big hut over there?) I vibrated. (You didn’t go over there, did you?) BB smoothed. (Just hung around a little. Couldn’t get your attention, so I had to do something. Tossed a couple of rotes to one or two. They were glad to get them. What they doing?) (They are trying to break the survival habit … and to relearn what they forgot. It’s a school.) (I don’t get any percept you need a school to do that.) I turned. (You need the rest of your one easy lesson.) I reached and stretched, headed for the lowest of the cycling rings, staying just out of phase with the physical. This was the part that was the rough stuff but I was sure we would be ignored and unmolested if we stayed just on the upper fringes. I didn’t look forward to it. For purposes of comparison, I used the same Forty-second Street ident in New York. It was a short run and we came out fifty feet over the street. BB was beside me. He smoothed. (Back here again. No difference, except a big mass more of humans.) (Focus on the ones that you perceive best.) BB opened, and evidently the change in the superimposed mass was apparent to him. The man rushing out from the curb to flag a taxi and running through it, and stopping bewildered as car after car passed through the space he seemed to occupy. The thin young male in long