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Show spacephobia anymore, is't not so my mother? That I thought, most truly: and dreamed it not at all dangerous to myself to relax and feel the folks' excitement and. . .well. . .amusement. . .over coming into BauerWorlde-thou knowest well the reputation of this place-then the panic broke through.. .Good Saint Ida bless and keep me!" "Pray; who was it that thou felt?" "Know I not. But a terror it was beyond all others, not mere anxiety, and 'twas kept down deep inside, held down as if with a lynx's claw." Janni whimpered again and closed her eyes. "Indeed I erred in relaxing that way. Marry, it was witless..." Janni drifted back into her drugged and troubled sleep while Dr'Anya held her hand. Now, the woman thought, now there will be the devil to pay and more withal! An anxiety attack indeed, a true breakdown, the direct result of a Receiver allowed to go unprogrammed, for indeed the child would receive the panic waves sent out-by whatever wight it was affrighted-some ten times stronger without the proper programming aforehand. Isaac's devil take us! Indeed, Dr'Anya had ever feared such a thing happening, but she was repelled most sorely by the alternative and could bring herself nowhere near to doing anything about it. Now, in truth, she has willfully damaged Scientific Property-an affront of the first order to Data Gathering. Her Daughter, Scientific Property? By all the Saints, that was what she could not accept!-allowing Janni to be looked upon as a specimen, something installed in a petri dish on the shelf of an environmental chamber. Indeed, it had been what Dr'Anya's father detested so, and that 27 |