My Library

It was Janet Mitchell. "What the f_ _ _ is going on. The phones are ringing off the hook here. Are you ever going to come back. I can’t blame you if you don’t. The OOB experiment will be trashed if you don’t do something." "I’ll be in tomorrow as scheduled, don’t worry." "’Worry!’" Janet almost screamed. "Are you joking. Everyone knew of your Scientology interests before you came here. This is awful. It will wreck the experiments. Some on the Board hate this OOB experiment, anyway." Next was the hard part. When I walked through the ASPR’s door the next day, there I was again in the titty-pink lobby. Godzilla’s worst nightmare was at her desk. Before I could open my big mouth, she stood up to her full five foot height and said: "Ingo. I swear that no one in this building had anything to do with it." "Is Dr. Osis in?" I asked. "Yes, but he’s asked not to be disturbed." "Come with me. I think you should hear what I’ve to say." We marched up to the fourth floor, strode right past Vera Feldman, Dr. Osis’ secretary and assistant. I left the door open so she could hear. I then delivered the following speech somewhat reconstructed from my cellular memories so deeply is it stored.