My Library

CLICK! I was back in among the sparkling forms, and I closed tightly. The radiation was making me break out in waves exquisitely familiar. After a moment, the radiation lessened and I opened. I had ident immediately on BB, and the vague ident of the woman. BB rolled. (That big old bird must be wondering how his wings got bent.) I rolled with him. (Oh no. There wasn’t one strained tendon or muscle, not one feather out of line when I left. I guarantee it.) BB turned to the woman, a sparkling form I already had ident as her. (He’s your problem. I’ll check with, uh, AA, and see you at the site.) I turned to the woman. (The site?) (That’s where we first greeted you.) I turned inward. There were so many points left unanswered, and I had a percept that my visit was growing short. Get to the key items, those first. I focused, completely open so nothing would be distorted. (The firsttimers, when they come back …) (One-timers,) she corrected. I went on. (If you have that constant input, you must have an output to keep the flow, the movement active.) She waited quietly … politely?… or had she percept of both questions and answers. I went on. (So humans do graduate from here, the dorm. Question: What happens to the graduates?) She flickered. (I … I don’t have a percept of that. They just click out.) (One at a time or as a group?) She smoothed. (Usually several at once. Every so often, one goes alone.) (And they never return?) (No. They don’t.) (Any communication with them? After they leave?) She flickered. (Not in a way that we can understand.) I wanted to follow up on that one, but I was sure it would come out. (Any indications or symptoms they are about to graduate?)