My Library

communication with here until after the surge. A little like the in-human training but without rote erasure.) I opened wide. (I’m all for it. How do we start?) (I’ll be your anchor here. To get back, all you need do is home on my ident.) There was a whimsical radiation mixed in with his pattern. (To get there focus in on ident … Zeer-surge …) I vibrated. (Zeer surge.) I reached and stretched. CLICK! I was in a city, or what appeared to be a city. There were buildings in all directions, fairly uniform, none over three or four stories high. They were not particularly attractive or unusual, had openings in the sides that my percept took as windows and doors. The streets or spaces between buildings were not unusually wide, but contained only people, percept beings like me or what I was temporarily. No cars, trucks, vehicles of any type. No utility poles or overhead wires, no sidewalks. It was bright daylight, but I couldn’t find a sun overhead. As I walked and mingled with the population, people noticed me but didn’t seem to react as if I were an alien. With each step, I felt more at ease and the population seemed more human. Each inhabitant was very purposeful and closed, as if preoccupied on a job to be done with not much nonsense in the process. If there was any body language present, no percept showed. Point of fact was I couldn’t tell the males from the females, which was unusual for me, so I assumed there was no such difference. Unable to attract the attention of those moving on the street, I entered one of the buildings and found myself in a large room which greatly resembled the lobby of a medium-sized hotel. There were people standing around, apparently in conversation. I approached a man (?) who appeared to be standing behind a desk. He looked at me expectantly. I knew I needed a reason. “Do you, uh, do you have a restaurant here?” I tried to make it