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(How do they keep score! Who does the keeping!) (Good questions.) BB vibrated. (Where’s the fun! Why play a game if you don’t have fun playing it! All those humans in there, I didn’t get a percept of just one having fun.) Bill plied. (They do part of the time, and some but not many most of the time, and very few all of the time, but they’re hard to find. Your broad percept missed these fine edges.) BB flickered. (There’s one other thing.) (Yes?) (This other part that messes up the M Band so badly … the scratchy stuff. RAM called it emotion. I don’t have the least percept of that. He puts it I have to be human.) (Emotion is the points, the score.) BB blanked, and I waited for Bill to lay this one out. I would like to know, too. Bill went on. (Emotion is what makes the game seem so wild, but it is the game, the one game in which all other games are played. The others feed score to the big game in the form of emotional energy. The big game is to control and develop this emotional energy to its most effective condition, which is vaguely set by us humans as love, until we graduate. The more we score, the more fun it becomes. Most of us here—where you are now—we spend our energy going in to help other humans, however and wherever we can, to improve their score—and so have more fun.) BB turned inward and closed. Finally he opened again. (Uh, Bill?) (Yes, BB?) BB flickered. (I don’t have any percept of this emotion and love energy stuff. Not a single skim.) Bill vibrated gently. (Of course you do.) BB blanked. (I do?) (Why are you here now? Why did you take the trouble to come back from KT-95? Why have you been … hanging around? Why did you want to go through this one easy lesson with Bob? Why not just go back to KT95 and play some games?) BB blanked completely, then slowly turned inward and closed