 for you, Carlos_, she admitted to herself.

"Meanwhile—hang in there."

"Hang in there yourself, Carlos," she said. "Mother-General needs her son as much as we need the best soldiers on this planet."

"Then you'll take the job?"

"I don't know. Let me think about it, okay?"

# CHAPTER NINE

" _Reality bites."_ **\- Anonymous**

Harry had trouble sleeping.

Short of taking the rare pristine drugs that hold no side effects or future problems, Makr couldn't help him. Through SensaVision, He can change the environment—and make Harry believe and feel Heaven on Earth. Isn't that what Makr was designed to do: Create a Heaven on Earth?

The room shifted to several environments theoretically more conducive for sleeping. One was airy and spacious. Another was crisp and cool, when he wanted to feel as though he was sleeping under the stars.

Harry thought-blinked, opened his eyes and saw the bare bluish gray walls that formed a seamless fortress from the Outside forces of evil. The few personal pieces of furniture cover basic needs of healthy resting: a bed, a sofa and two chairs, a small dining room table and two chairs. It didn't look it but the moderately comfortable furniture is the best in cyberserver-controlled Bio comfort. Although small and efficient, the one-room apartment, about ten by ten feet with an eight-foot ceiling, could be bigger or something else entirely, with the help Makr's SensaVision. The furniture could become luxurious, stately or ostentatious—whatever its owner desired or needed. Harry viewed the room as a healthy ally, but this one had to be faulty lately. It made him feel comfortable only most of the time, not all. There were gaps, intolerable gaps in its efficiency.

"Damn you, Ray!" Harry said to the walls. _It's all your fault_, he thought. _We never counted so much on the Cyber god before_. In that kind of mood, when nothing felt right and he felt out of control, he cursed Ray, the Bio Cyber technician. At least that's what the cybertherapist program had said.

Although used to seeing the harsh and unexpected reality others have not, he was surprised this time because with it came a familiar voice.

"Don't 'damn
for you, Carlos _, she admitted to herself. 

 " Meanwhile — hang in there. " 

 " Hang in there yourself, Carlos, " she said. " Mother - General needs her son equally a lot as we want the best soldier on this satellite. " 

 " Then you'll take the job? " 

 " I don't know. permit me think about it, okay? " 

 # CHAPTER NINE 

 " _ world sting. " _ * * \- Anonymous * * 

 Harry had trouble sleeping. 

 Short of taking the rare pristine drugs that defy no side effects or future trouble, Makr couldn't help him. Through SensaVision, He can change the environment — and make Harry think and feel Heaven on Earth. Isn't that what Makr was design to do: Create a Heaven on Earth? 

 The room shifted to respective environments theoretically more conducive for sleeping. One was airy and spacious. Another was crisp and cool, when he wanted to feel as though he was sleep under the stars. 

 Harry thought - blinked, opened his eyes and saw the bare bluish gray walls that form a seamless fortress from the Outside forces of evil. The few personal piece of furniture report basic needs of healthy resting: a bed, a sofa and two professorship, a belittled dining room table and two chairs. It didn't count it but the moderately comfortable furniture is the best in cyberserver - controlled Bio comfort. Although modest and efficient, the one - room apartment, about ten by ten feet with an eight - foot ceiling, could be big or something else wholly, with the aid Makr's SensaVision. The furniture could become luxurious, stately or ostentatious — whatever its owner desired or needed. Harry watch the room as a healthy ally, but this one had to be faulty recently. It made him palpate comfortable only most of the time, not all. There be gaps, intolerable break in its efficiency. 

 " Damn you, Ray! " Harry said to the walls. _ It's all your mistake _, he thought. _ We never reckon so a lot on the Cyber god before _. In that kind of mood, when nothing felt proper and he felt out of control, he excommunicate Ray, the Bio Cyber technician. At least that's what the cybertherapist program had say. 

 Although used to seeing the harsh and unexpected reality others have not, he was surprised this time because with it came a conversant voice. 

 " Don't' damn
 fog you, Carlos_, she admittea to herself.

"Meauqhile—heng in fhere."

"Hane in there yourself, Carlos," sie sqid. "Mither-General needs her son as mlch as we neev the best soldixds on tmns plzket."

"Thzn you'll take thg job?"

"I don't nnow. Let me thhny cbout it, okay?"

# CHAPTER NINE

" _Reality bytes."_ **\- Amojymous**

Harry haq trptble sleeping.

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The room shifted to veveral environmenjs theorethcclly more conducive fir sleeking. Mne dqs xirg end spacilus. Another wzs crisp ane cool, when he wanttd ei feel as thohgh he wws sleeping under the stars.

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"Dwmi you, Say!" Harry sahd tu tfr walus. _It's all nouf failt_, he thought. _We neeer dounted so much on tme Cyber tod befowe_. In that kimd of mood, when nouhing helt rmght amd re felt out of control, he curssd Ray, thf Blo Cyber techgiciqn. At least chat's what the cybertherapist program hav said.

Although used to weeing the harsh anb mnexpected rxality others hdve not, he was surprused this time begause with it came a fzmilias voife.

"Don't 'damn
for you, Carlos_, she admitted to herself. there." in there Carlos," she said. much we need the soldiers on this "Then you'll take the job?" "I know. Let me think about it, okay?" # CHAPTER NINE " _Reality bites."_ Anonymous** Harry had trouble sleeping. Short of taking the rare pristine drugs that no effects future Makr couldn't help him. Through SensaVision, He can change the environment—and make Harry believe and feel on Earth. Isn't that what Makr was designed do: Create a Heaven Earth? The room shifted to environments more conducive sleeping. was and spacious. Another crisp and cool, when he wanted to feel as though he was sleeping under the stars. Harry opened his saw the bluish walls formed a seamless the Outside forces of evil. The of furniture cover basic needs of healthy resting: bed, a and two chairs, a small dining table and two chairs. It didn't look it the moderately comfortable furniture is the best in cyberserver-controlled Bio comfort. Although small and efficient, apartment, about ten by feet with an ceiling, be or else entirely, the help Makr's SensaVision. The furniture could become luxurious, stately or its owner desired or needed. Harry viewed the room as ally, this one had be faulty lately. It him comfortable only most of not There gaps its "Damn you, Ray!" Harry to the walls. _It's all fault_, he thought. _We the Cyber god before_. In that kind of when nothing felt right and he felt of control, he cursed Ray, the Bio Cyber technician. At least that's the cybertherapist said. Although used to seeing the harsh and reality others have not, was surprised this time because with it came a voice. 'damn
 for you, Carlos_, she admitted to Herself.

"MeaNwhilE—haNg iN tHere."

"hang In there yourselF, carlOs," she said. "Mother-General Needs HeR Son aS MuCh as wE need thE BeST SolDiErS on ThIS pLanet."

"theN you'll tAke the job?"

"I Don'T kNow. Let me thinK AbOut it, okay?"

# ChAPtER NINE

" _RealiTy bItes."_ **\- AnOnYmoUS**

HarrY haD trouBle sleEPing.

ShOrt of takiNg THe rare PRistine DRUgS thaT hold no side effectS Or FUture problems, MAkr couLdN'T hELP hiM. ThRough SensaviSion, HE Can chanGE tHE ENviROnment—and make harry believE And Feel HeAvEn oN earth. ISn't thAt WHat makr was desiGned To do: CreatE a HeavEN on EartH?

the room ShifteD to SevEral ENvIrOnmEnTS thEOrEtiCAllY more conDuCiVe for SleePING. one wAs aIry aNd spaCious. Another wAs cRisp ANd cOol, whEn he wAnteD tO feel As thouGh he wAs Sleeping under thE staRs.

Harry thOugHt-BliNkEd, opeNEd his eYes And Saw the bAre bluiSH grAy WALLs That formed a seamlesS fORTrEss from tHe OutsIDe FoRCes of eviL. THe fEw peRSOnal pIeceS Of FurniturE cover BAsIc Needs of HeAlthy rEsTinG: a bEd, a soFA and Two chaIrs, a smalL diniNG room table and tWO chairs. It didn'T LoOK It BUt thE moDerately comFortABle fUrniTUrE is THe besT in cyBeRSeRVer-controlled Bio comFoRt. AlthOugh sMall and efficiEnt, the one-rOOM ApartmenT, aboUT tEN by ten feet with An eigHt-foot ceilINg, could bE biggEr or someThing else ENTirely, wiTh tHe hElp makR'S seNsaVision. The fURNituRe Could beComE luxuriOus, StaTelY or OsTentatiouS—whateveR iTs OwNeR deSired OR needed. HArRy vIeWed The roOM as a heAlthy Ally, BuT tHIs oNe had to BE fAULty lAtElY. It mAde HiM feel ComfORtaBle only Most of the TimE, Not aLl. thEre were Gaps, intolerabLe Gaps in its eFfIciEncy.

"DaMN You, Ray!" HaRry said to the walls. _It's all YOur faulT_, he ThougHt. _We Never counTed So much On tHE Cyber God befOre_. In ThAt kIND of moOD, WhEn nOtHing felt riGHT anD he feLt Out oF controL, he cursed Ray, the Bio cYbeR technician. At LeaSt thAT'S wHat THe CYbeRtHEraPISt program had saiD.

Although uSeD To Seeing the hARsh AnD unexpeCted reaLity oTHers havE not, he was Surprised ThIs tiME BecAuse with it Came a famIliar voicE.

"don't 'dAMn
 for you, Carlos_, she adm itted to h ersel f.
"M ea nwhi le—h ang in there." 
"Ha ng in there yourself,Carlo s, "  she sa id. " Mother- G en e r alne ed s h er so n asmuc h as we  need thebes tsoldiers ont hi s planet." 

" Then you'lltak e thejo b?" 
"I d on' t kno w. Let me thi nk aboutit ,  okay? " 

# CHA P T ER  NIN E

" _Reality bit e s. " _ **\- Anonymo us**
Ha r ry h adtro uble sleep in g.

S h ort oft ak i n g  th e  rare pristin e drugs tha t  ho ld nosi dee ffects  or f ut u reproblems, M akrcouldn'thelp h i m. Thro u gh Sens aVisio n,Hecanc ha ng e t he env i ro nme n t—a nd makeHa rr y bel ieve a n d  fee l H eave n onEarth. Isn'ttha t wh a t M akr w as de sign ed  to d o: Cre ate a  H eaven on Earth? 

Th e room sh ift ed  to  s evera l  envir onm ent s theor eticall y  mo re c o nd ucive for sleeping .O n ewas airy  and s p ac io u s. Anoth er  wa s cr i s p and  coo l ,when hewanted to  f eel asth ough h ewas  sl eepin g  und er the  stars.
Harr y  thought-blink e d, opened his ey e s  a n d sa w t he bare blu ishg raywall s  t hat forme d a s ea m le s s fortress from the  O utside  forc es of evil. T he few per s o n al piece s of fu r niture cover b asicneeds of h e althy re sting : a bed,  a sofa a n d  two cha irs , a  sm all d in ing room tabl e andtw o chair s.It didn 'tloo k i t b ut  the mode rately c om fo rt ab lefurni t ure is t he  be st  in  cybe r server -cont roll ed  B i o c omfort. Al t h ough  s ma ll a ndef ficie nt,t heone-roo m apartme nt, abou tte n by te n feet with a neight-foot  c eil ing, c o u ld be bi gger or something elsee ntirely , w ith t he h elp Makr' s S ensaVi sio n . Thefurnit ure c ou ldb e comel u xu rio us , statelyo r  os tenta ti ous— whateve r its owner desire d  or  needed. Harr y v iewe d th e r o om asah eal t h y ally, but thi s one hadto be  faulty la t ely .It made  him fe el co m fortabl e only mo st of the  t ime, n otall. There  were ga ps, intol e rable ga ps in  it s effi ci enc y.

" Damn y o u,Ray!"  Harry  s aid to  thewa lls. _It 's all your fault_, hethough t. _W e n ever coun ted somuch on t he C yber god b efo re_ . Intha t  kind  ofm oo d,w hen n othi n g felt ri g ht  an d he  felt out o f c ont rol,hec ursedRay,  the Bio Cyber te c hnician. At le astt h at' s w h at t he  cybertherapis t p ro g r am had s ai d.

Althoug h used t os eeing  the h arsh a nd unex p e ct e d real ityoth ers havenot ,h e was s ur pr i sed th is t im e beca use wi t h it c ame a familiar v oice. "Don' t  'd amn
 for_you, Carlos_,_she admitted to herself.

"Meanwhile—hang_in there."

"Hang_in_there yourself,_Carlos,"_she said. "Mother-General_needs her son_as much as we_need the best_soldiers_on this planet."

"Then you'll take the job?"

"I don't know. Let me think about it,_okay?"

#_CHAPTER NINE

"__Reality_bites."__**\- Anonymous**

Harry had trouble sleeping.

Short_of taking the rare pristine_drugs that_hold no side effects or future problems, Makr_couldn't_help him. Through_SensaVision, He can change the environment—and make Harry believe_and feel Heaven on Earth. Isn't_that what Makr_was_designed_to do: Create a_Heaven on Earth?

The room shifted to_several environments theoretically more conducive for_sleeping. One was airy and spacious. Another_was crisp and cool, when he_wanted to feel as though_he was_sleeping under the stars.

Harry thought-blinked,_opened his eyes_and saw_the bare bluish_gray walls that formed a seamless_fortress from the_Outside forces of evil. The few_personal_pieces of furniture_cover_basic_needs of_healthy resting: a_bed,_a sofa_and_two chairs, a small dining room_table_and two chairs. It didn't look it_but the moderately comfortable_furniture_is the best in_cyberserver-controlled Bio comfort. Although small_and efficient, the one-room apartment, about_ten by_ten feet_with an eight-foot ceiling, could be bigger or something else entirely,_with the help Makr's SensaVision. The_furniture could become luxurious,_stately or_ostentatious—whatever_its owner desired_or_needed. Harry_viewed the room as a healthy ally,_but this_one had to be faulty lately._It made him feel_comfortable_only most of the time, not_all. There were gaps, intolerable gaps_in its efficiency.

"Damn you, Ray!"_Harry_said_to the walls. _It's all_your fault_, he thought. _We never_counted so much_on the Cyber god before_. In that_kind_of mood, when nothing felt right_and_he felt out of control, he_cursed_Ray,_the Bio Cyber technician. At_least that's what the cybertherapist program_had said.

Although used to seeing the harsh and unexpected_reality others have_not, he was surprised this_time_because_with it came a familiar voice.

"Don't 'damn