ce, angry faces. The transformed Bios were smashing the Cyber, some fully assembled now on the tables, other larger Cyber on the floor. Bright lights. Total darkness. Blindness. No visual images now. Oblivion.

Suddenly, he was inundated with auditory images. Unnatural sounds. He could identify a few he'd heard before. Metal slamming against metal. Again. Again. Slowly at first, almost a funeral march pace, but with erratic rhythm. The moment he became desensitized to the noise, the pounding began which changed all that. Heavy handed, sledgehammer-like. Harry quivered with each resounding blow.

The odd thing was that Harry was dreaming when he wasn't in bed.

"Harry! Harry! Are you in there?" It was Desiree. "Watch where you're going!"

The pole nearly ran into him! He was walking and dreaming. _That's a new one,_ Harry thought. Suddenly, it dawned on him where he was. _Two inches from a derelict street lamp. Worse! He is Outside!_

"Oh, Makr!" Harry gasped—and his mouth was agape. When he realized where he was exactly, he became giddy. He couldn't understand his elation.

"You're such a babe... Desiree said. "There's no Makr here, Harry."

_Maybe not,_ she thought, _but you can never be sure._

.

"Harry Bolls is mine!" Bio Chief Prosecutor Marlene Hess exclaimed loudly to herself as she witnessed him leave the Cyber Match Central. Bolls had committed a most heinous crime as far as she was concerned. He had violated personal space, and without Makr sanction, left the Center with a stranger—an Outsider at that. Criminal acts like these usually disgusted her, but this single blatant violation by a single SensaVision employee enraged her. While other Bios had committed similar capital crimes, her feelings then had been indifferent, uninvolved, except to prepare Makr for the Bio variable. This one was different: A Bio cyberlink of proven influence! And he was loose Outside!

His psychological profile told her he was a searcher—a troubled soul who was using the Cyber psychotherapist program regularly and someone who can lead us to others.

"Do you wish to delete
ce, angry faces. The transformed Bios were smashing the Cyber, some fully assembled nowadays on the table, other larger Cyber on the floor. Bright light. Total darkness. Blindness. No ocular double nowadays. Oblivion. 

 Suddenly, he was inundate with auditory images. Unnatural sound. He could name a few he'd heard before. metallic element slamming against metal. Again. Again. Slowly at foremost, almost a funeral march pace, but with erratic rhythm method of birth control. The moment he became desensitized to the randomness, the pounding get down which changed all that. Heavy handed, sledgehammer - like. Harry quivered with each resounding gust. 

 The odd thing was that Harry was dreaming when he wasn't in bed. 

 " Harry! Harry! Are you in there? " It was Desiree. " Watch where you're going! " 

 The pole nearly ran into him! He was walking and dreaming. _ That's a new one, _ Harry thought. Suddenly, it dawned on him where he was. _ Two inches from a derelict street lamp. bad! He is Outside! _ 

 " Oh, Makr! " Harry gasped — and his sass was agape. When he realize where he was exactly, he became giddy. He couldn't sympathize his elation. 

 " You're such a babe... Desiree say. " There's no Makr here, Harry. " 

 _ Maybe not, _ she thought, _ but you can never be indisputable. _ 

. 

 " Harry Bolls is mine! " Bio Chief Prosecutor Marlene Hess exclaimed loudly to herself as she witnessed him leave the Cyber Match Central. boll had committed a most heinous crime as far as she was concerned. He had violated personal space, and without Makr authority, leave the Center with a stranger — an Outsider at that. Criminal acts like these usually disgust her, but this single blatant violation by a single SensaVision employee enrage her. While other Bios had give similar capital crime, her feelings then had been deaf, uninvolved, except to prepare Makr for the Bio variable star. This one was different: A Bio cyberlink of proven influence! And he was loose Outside! 

 His psychological profile tell her he was a searcher — a troubled person who was using the Cyber psychotherapist program regularly and someone who can lead us to others. 

 " Do you wish to edit
ce, wngry faces. The transforoed Bios were smashing the Cgber, somd fully assembled now on the tqbles, other larger Cyber on the floog. Bright oighus. Total darkness. Blindness. No blsual mmages now. Obliyion.

Suddenlf, he was inunddtdd with auditory images. Unnatural sougds. He vokld identify a few re'd gvavd before. Metal slamming against metal. Egain. Again. Sloely at first, almost a funegal larch pace, but witj erratic ryythi. The moment fe became desensitized to the noise, the pounding begav whieh changed qlo tjdt. Heavy haided, sjedgehammer-llle. Harsy quivrred with each revoubding blow.

The odd thiig was that Harry waf dreaminc chen he wasn't in bed.

"Hqrey! Hatry! Ase yuy iv tgece?" Jt was Deairee. "Watcg where you'ee going!"

The pole nesrjj ran into hij! He wws walking and dreaming. _That's a new one,_ Hdrrg thought. Suddenly, it dqwned on him where he was. _Two ynches from a derelict street lamp. Worse! He is Oudside!_

"Kf, Mcjr!" Hafey gasped—and his mouth was agape. When he realizqs ehvre he was exactln, he became giddy. Ne cpoldn't understavd his elztion.

"You're such a habe... Defiree said. "Thewe's mo Makr here, Harry."

_Maybe not,_ she thought, _vut you can never ye sure._

.

"Harry Bolks is mine!" Bio Chief Prosecucor Madlene Hess fxclaimed uoudly to herselw ax vhe witntrsed him leave thq Cyber Metch Eentral. Collx had sommitted w mosb heinous crime as var ad vhe was cojcerned. He had violated personal space, and wijhogt Kakr sanetion, keft the Centqr with a strauger—an Obtsidef at that. Briminal ects like thqse usually dhdgusted her, uut this fingoe boatant xkolation by a xingle SeufaViwion employee enraned hgr. While other Biis yad committed somiuar cwpmtal ssimes, her fealines gnen hxd been indlffdreny, uninvolved, except do pdepare Makr for thr Nio variavle. This one was diffrrent: A Bio cyberllnk oh provxn infkuegce! And he was loose Outside!

Hia psychollgigal profile tjld mer re was a szarcher—a troubled soul who was using the Cyber psychotherapist program regulatly and someonx who san lead gs to others.

"Do you wush to delete
ce, angry faces. The transformed Bios were Cyber, fully assembled on the tables, floor. lights. Total darkness. No visual images Oblivion. Suddenly, he was inundated with images. Unnatural sounds. He could identify a few he'd heard before. Metal slamming metal. Again. Again. Slowly at first, almost a funeral march pace, but with rhythm. moment became to the noise, the pounding began which changed all that. Heavy handed, sledgehammer-like. Harry quivered with resounding blow. The odd thing was that Harry dreaming when he wasn't bed. "Harry! Harry! Are you there?" was Desiree. where going!" pole nearly ran him! He was walking and dreaming. _That's a new one,_ Harry thought. Suddenly, it dawned on him he was. from a street Worse! is Outside!_ "Oh, gasped—and his mouth was agape. When he was exactly, he became giddy. He couldn't his elation. such a babe... Desiree said. "There's Makr here, Harry." _Maybe not,_ she thought, _but can never be sure._ . "Harry Bolls is mine!" Bio Chief Prosecutor Marlene Hess exclaimed herself as she witnessed leave the Cyber Central. had a heinous crime far as she was concerned. He had violated personal space, and Makr sanction, left the Center with a stranger—an Outsider at acts these usually disgusted but this single blatant by single SensaVision employee enraged other had crimes, feelings had been indifferent, uninvolved, to prepare Makr for the variable. This one was proven influence! And he was loose Outside! His profile told her he was a searcher—a soul who was using the Cyber psychotherapist program regularly and someone who lead us "Do you wish to delete
ce, angry faces. The transformeD Bios were sMashiNg tHe CYbEr, soMe fuLly assembled noW On thE tables, other larger CybeR on thE fLOor. BRIgHt ligHts. TotaL DaRKNesS. BLiNdnEsS. no VisuaL imAges now. oblivion.

SuDdeNlY, he was inundaTEd With auditoRy iMages. UnnaturAl sOunds. HE cOulD IdentIfy A few hE'd hearD Before. metal slamMiNG againST metal. AGAIn. agaiN. Slowly at first, almOSt A Funeral march paCe, but wItH ErRATic RhyThm. The momeNt He becAMe desenSItIZED to THe noise, the pouNding began wHIch ChangeD aLl tHAt. HeavY handEd, SLedGehammer-likE. HarRy quivereD with eACh resouNDing bloW.

The odD thIng Was tHAt haRry WaS DreAMiNg wHEn hE wasn't in BeD.

"HArry! HArry! aRE YOu in TheRe?" It Was DeSiree. "Watch wheRe yOu're GOinG!"

The pOle neArly RaN into Him! He wAs walKiNg and dreaming. _ThAt's a New one,_ HarRy tHoUghT. SUddenLY, it dawNed On hIm where He was. _TwO IncHeS FROm A derelict street lamP. WORSe! he is OutsIde!_

"Oh, MAKr!" haRRy gasped—AnD hiS mouTH Was agApe. WHEn He realizEd wherE He WaS exactlY, hE becamE gIddY. He CouldN'T undErstanD his elatIon.

"YoU'Re such a babe... DesIRee said. "There's NO MAKR hERe, HaRry."

_maybe not,_ she ThouGHt, _buT you CAn NevER be suRe._

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"HarRy bOlLS is mine!" Bio Chief ProsEcUtor MaRlene hess exclaimed Loudly to heRSELf as she wItneSSeD Him leave the CybEr MatCh Central. BOLls had coMmittEd a most hEinous criME As far as sHe wAs cOncErnED. he Had violated peRSOnal SpAce, and wIthOut Makr SanCtiOn, lEft ThE Center wiTh a stranGeR—aN OUtSidEr at tHAt. CriminAl ActS lIke These USually DisguSted HeR, bUT thIs singlE BlATAnt vIoLaTion By a SiNgle SEnsavIsiOn emploYee enrageD heR. whilE oThEr Bios hAd committed siMiLar capital CrImeS, her feELIngs then Had been indifferent, uninvOLved, excEpt To prePare makr for thE BiO variaBle. tHis one Was difFerenT: A bio CYBerliNK Of ProVeN influence! aND he Was loOsE OutSide!

His Psychological profiLE toLd her he was a seArcHer—a TROuBleD SoUL whO wAS usING the Cyber psychoTherapist pRoGRaM regularly ANd sOmEone who Can lead Us to oTHers.

"Do yOu wish to dElete
ce, angry faces. The trans formed Bio s wer e s mas hi ng t he C yber, some ful l y as sembled now on the tab les,ot h er l a rg er Cy ber ont he f loo r.  B rig ht li ghts.  To tal dar kness. Bli ndn es s. No visual im ages now.Obl ivion.

Sudd enl y, hewa s i n undat edwithaudito r y imag es. Unnat ur a l soun d s. He c o u ld  ide ntify a few he'dh ea r d before. Meta l slam mi n ga g ain stmetal. Aga in . Aga i n. Slow l ya t fir s t, almost a f uneral marc h  pa ce, bu twit h  errat ic rh yt h m.The momenthe b ecame des ensiti z ed to t h e noise , thepou ndi ng b e ga nwhi ch cha n ge d a l l t hat. Hea vy  h anded , sl e d g e hamm er- like . Har ry quivered w ith  eac h  re sound ing b low. 
The o dd thi ng wa sthat Harry wasdrea ming when  he  w asn 't  in b e d.

"H arr y!Harry!Are you inth e r e ?"  It was Desiree. " Wa t c hwhere yo u're g o in g! " 

The po le  ne arly r an in to h i m!  He waswalkin g  a nd  dreami ng . _Tha t' s a  ne w one , _ Ha rry th ought. S udden l y, it dawned o n  him where he wa s .  _ T wo i nch es from a d erel i ct s tree t  l amp .  Wors e! He  i s  O u tside!_

"Oh, Makr! "Harrygaspe d—and his mou th was aga p e .  When he  rea l iz e d where he was  exac tly, he be c ame gidd y. He  couldn' t underst a n d his el ati on. 

" You ' r esuch a babe.. . Desi re e said.  "T here'snoMak r h ere ,Harry."
_Maybe n ot ,_  s he  th ought ,  _but yo ucan  n eve r bes ure._
.

" Harr yBo l lsis mine ! "B i o Ch ie fPros ecu to r Mar lene Hes s excla imed loud lyt o he rs el f as sh e witnessed h im  leave the  C ybe r Matc h Central.  Bolls had committed am ost hei nou s cri me a s far asshe  was c onc e rned.He had  viol at edp e rsona l sp ace ,and withou t Mak r san ct ion,  left t he Center with a s t ran ger—an Outsid erat t h a t.  Cr i mi n alac t s l i k e these usually  disgusted  h e r,  but thiss ing le  blatan t viola tionb y a sin gle Sensa Vision em pl oyee e nra ged her. W hile oth er Bios h a d com m it ted s imi lar ca pi tal  crim es, he r  fe eling s then  h ad bee n ind if ferent,uninvolved, except to p repare  Makr  fo r the Bio  va r iab le. Thisonewas differ ent : A  Biocyb e rlink  ofp ro ven influ ence !  And he w a sloo s e  O utside!

Hi s p syc holog ica l  profi le t old her he was as earcher—a trou bled s oul  wh o  was  u sing the Cyber  ps yc h o therapis tprogram reg ularly a nd someo ne who  can l ead ust o  o t hers.
"Do  yo u wish to  de le t e
ce, angry_faces. The_transformed Bios were smashing_the Cyber,_some_fully assembled_now_on the tables,_other larger Cyber_on the floor. Bright_lights. Total darkness._Blindness._No visual images now. Oblivion.

Suddenly, he was inundated with auditory images. Unnatural sounds. He_could_identify a_few_he'd_heard before. Metal slamming against_metal. Again. Again. Slowly at_first, almost_a funeral march pace, but with erratic rhythm._The_moment he became_desensitized to the noise, the pounding began which changed_all that. Heavy handed, sledgehammer-like. Harry_quivered with each_resounding_blow.

The_odd thing was that_Harry was dreaming when he wasn't_in bed.

"Harry! Harry! Are you in_there?" It was Desiree. "Watch where you're_going!"

The pole nearly ran into him!_He was walking and dreaming.__That's a_new one,_ Harry thought. Suddenly,_it dawned on_him where_he was. _Two_inches from a derelict street lamp._Worse! He is_Outside!_

"Oh, Makr!" Harry gasped—and his mouth_was_agape. When he_realized_where_he was_exactly, he became_giddy._He couldn't_understand_his elation.

"You're such a babe... Desiree_said._"There's no Makr here, Harry."

_Maybe not,_ she_thought, _but you can_never_be sure._

.

"Harry Bolls is_mine!" Bio Chief Prosecutor Marlene_Hess exclaimed loudly to herself as_she witnessed_him leave_the Cyber Match Central. Bolls had committed a most heinous crime_as far as she was concerned._He had violated personal_space, and_without_Makr sanction, left_the_Center with_a stranger—an Outsider at that. Criminal acts_like these_usually disgusted her, but this single_blatant violation by a_single_SensaVision employee enraged her. While other_Bios had committed similar capital crimes,_her feelings then had been_indifferent,_uninvolved,_except to prepare Makr for_the Bio variable. This one was_different: A Bio_cyberlink of proven influence! And he was_loose_Outside!

His psychological profile told her he_was_a searcher—a troubled soul who was_using_the_Cyber psychotherapist program regularly and_someone who can lead us to_others.

"Do you wish to delete