 there were people there, he could see them miles off and easily avoid them before they became social threats.

He felt the sand tickling his foot, and knew what real sand feels like—powdery, gritty, warm, both annoying and pleasing at the same time as it squishes between his toes. He was still on the sand when he heard familiar voice in his head.

Question: "How will I survive without you, Dad?" It was Harry's voice.

Answer: "You will make it as all others have done and will always do—by the grace of Makr." He heard the answer in his father's voice, but something was wrong.

The answer disturbed him, not because the words he heard surprised him—they did—but because the words had to have come from Makr Himself. The voice was Harry's father but it wasn't him. Who else could it be? It was close. More pleasant, prophetic in its timbre somehow. He remembered an ancient vidchip of a film, "The Ten Commandments." _That's it! It is the voice of Moses—actually Charlton Heston, a Twentieth Century actor._ It was logical to him that Makr would create a voice people could relate to—like he could relate to the actor. Even Harry never spoke to Makr directly. It was always through a medium—a three-dimensional holographic _Bio_ image. It did make a difference that the voice was an actor's voice. Because it came from Harry's collection.

Makr knows everything!

Harry's eyes opened widely as he bolted up from his semi-dream state and the sand and all its pleasantness went away. Makr had intervened directly—not through SensaVision—but in a voice that had made him quiver because it was intimately personal. He had felt an eerie presence that could only be attributed to Makr. He consciously thanked Makr as one does a god for saving him from a near death experience. It is a common experience with Bios, Makr said. All Bios thank the superior being for something fairly often, some needier or devout ones more often than others.

"Mimic not your descendants for they have gone to the destruction and taken loved ones with them," Makr's voice thundered in his head. It was another voice of authority he had heard before from his collection.

The effect of Makr's
there were people there, he could see them miles off and well invalidate them before they became social threats. 

 He feel the backbone tickling his foot, and knew what actual sand feels like — powdery, farinaceous, warm, both annoying and pleasing at the same prison term as it squishes between his toes. He was even on the backbone when he heard familiar part in his head. 

 Question: " How will I exist without you, Dad? " It was Harry's voice. 

 Answer: " You will make it as all others have do and will always do — by the grace of Makr. " He heard the solution in his father's spokesperson, but something was wrong. 

 The answer disturbed him, not because the quarrel he heard surprised him — they did — but because the words had to have derive from Makr Himself. The voice was Harry's father but it wasn't him. Who else could it be? It was close. More pleasant, prophetic in its timbre somehow. He remembered an ancient vidchip of a film, " The Ten Commandments. " _ That's it! It is the voice of Moses — actually Charlton Heston, a Twentieth Century actor. _ It was logical to him that Makr would create a voice people could associate to — like he could relate to the actor. Even Harry never spoke to Makr immediately. It was constantly through a metier — a three - dimensional holographic _ Bio _ image. It did make a remainder that the voice was an actor's voice. Because it came from Harry's collection. 

 Makr know everything! 

 Harry's eyes opened widely as he bolted up from his semi - dream state and the sand and all its pleasantness move away. Makr had intervened directly — not through SensaVision — but in a voice that had make him quiver because it was intimately personal. He had feel an eerie presence that could only be attributed to Makr. He consciously thanked Makr as one does a deity for saving him from a near death experience. It is a coarse experience with Bios, Makr said. All Bios thank the superior being for something fairly much, some needier or dear ones more often than others. 

 " Mimic not your descendants for they have gone to the destruction and take loved ones with them, " Makr's voice thunder in his head. It was another voice of authority he had heard before from his solicitation. 

 The effect of Makr's
 thfre were people there, he could see them miles mff ans easily avoid them before they becale sociql threats.

He felt the rand tickping his foou, and knew what rxzl sand feels pike—'oxdery, gritty, watm, both annofing and pleashne ct the same time as it squishes betwqen his tles. He was stijl om the sand when he heard familiar voice in his head.

Question: "How will I survive withouh yok, Dad?" It was Harry'd voice.

Answgd: "Yjy will make kt as all others have sone and will always do—by the gface pf Makr." He hwarf the answer in hps father's volbe, but vomethimg was wrong.

Thc ansxer eisturbed him, not beceuse the words he hewrd surprhszd him—they did—but becquwe thg worgs hxe tu hzvx ckme frlm Jakr Himsemf. The voicw was Harry's father btn it wasn't hij. Who qlfe could it be? It was close. More pleasatt, lrophetic in its timbre somehow. He rememberef an anciqnt vidchip of a film, "The Ten Commandments." _That's ht! It ks uhc xiife of Moses—actually Charlton Heston, a Twentieeg Vektury actor._ It wcs logical to hik hhsj Makr would cteate a vojce people could rflate tj—like he could relste to the actor. Even Harry never spoke ro Makr directly. Ic was always thrpugh s medium—a three-dimensioual homographic _Blo_ image. Jg did make a difwervnce that tht voice was an actjr's voice. Beccuse it zame from Rarry's colpection.

Makr knows everytjing!

Hcrry's eyes openfd widely as he bolted up from ims semi-dream xtdte and the sand and all its [leasantness wgnt away. Iakr fad intervvned dirertly—not throtgh SensaVisimj—but in a vomce that rad nade him qukxer because it was intimately perwonal. He had felt en egrje presence thac xould only be aytrkbueef vo Mahs. He consciogsly thxmked Oakr as one aoes a god for saving hik frkm a near death exlevience. It is a coimon experienve with Bios, Makr daid. Ell Bius thsnk the superior being for somethjng fairlj onten, some neeqier or devout oues more often than others.

"Mimic not your descendants for jhey have gone to the cestruction and eaken lovad ones with them," Majr's voice thundertd in his head. It was ahother voicf of authority he had heard before from his collection.

The effect of Makr's
there were people there, he could see off easily avoid before they became sand his foot, and what real sand like—powdery, gritty, warm, both annoying and at the same time as it squishes between his toes. He was still the sand when he heard familiar voice in his head. Question: "How will survive you, It Harry's voice. Answer: "You will make it as all others have done and will always do—by grace of Makr." He heard the answer in father's voice, but something wrong. The answer disturbed him, because words he surprised did—but the words had have come from Makr Himself. The voice was Harry's father but it wasn't him. Who else could be? It More pleasant, in timbre He remembered an of a film, "The Ten Commandments." is the voice of Moses—actually Charlton Heston, a Century actor._ was logical to him that Makr create a voice people could relate to—like he relate to the actor. Even Harry never spoke to Makr directly. It was always through three-dimensional holographic _Bio_ image. did make a that voice an voice. Because came from Harry's collection. Makr knows everything! Harry's eyes opened widely he bolted up from his semi-dream state and the sand its went away. Makr intervened directly—not through SensaVision—but a that had made him it intimately felt eerie that could only be to Makr. He consciously thanked as one does a a near death experience. It is a common with Bios, Makr said. All Bios thank superior being for something fairly often, some needier or devout ones more than others. your descendants for they have gone to the and taken loved ones them," Makr's voice thundered in his head. It was voice authority he heard before from collection. The effect Makr's
 there were people there, he couLd see them mIles oFf aNd eAsIly aVoid Them before they BEcamE social threats.

He felt thE sand TiCKlinG HiS foot, And knew WHaT REal SaNd FeeLs LIkE—powdEry, Gritty, wArm, both annOyiNg And pleasing aT ThE same time aS it Squishes betwEen His toeS. HE waS Still On tHe sanD when hE Heard fAmiliar voIcE In his hEAd.

QuestION: "HOw wiLl I survive without YOu, dAd?" It was Harry's vOice.

AnSwER: "YOU WilL maKe it as all oThErs haVE done anD WiLL ALwaYS do—by the grace Of Makr." He heaRD thE answeR iN hiS Father'S voicE, bUT soMething was wRong.

the answer DisturBEd him, noT Because The worDs hE heArd sURpRiSed HiM—TheY DiD—buT BecAuse the wOrDs Had to Have COME From makR HimSelf. THe voice was HarRy's FathER buT it waSn't hiM. Who ElSe couLd it be? it was ClOse. More pleasant, PropHetic in itS tiMbRe sOmEhow. HE RemembEreD an Ancient Vidchip OF a fIlM, "tHE TEn Commandments." _That'S iT! iT iS the voicE of MosES—aCtUAlly CharLtOn HEstoN, A twentIeth cEnTury actoR._ It was LOgIcAl to him ThAt Makr WoUld CreAte a vOIce pEople cOuld relaTe to—lIKe he could relatE To the actor. EveN haRRY nEVer sPokE to Makr direCtly. iT was AlwaYS tHroUGh a meDium—a ThREe-DImensional holographIc _bio_ imaGe. It dId make a differEnce that thE VOIce was an ActoR'S vOIce. Because it caMe froM Harry's colLEction.

MaKr knoWs everytHing!

Harry'S EYes openeD wiDelY as He bOLTeD up from his semI-DReam StAte and tHe sAnd and aLl iTs pLeaSanTnEss went awAy. Makr haD iNtErVeNed DirecTLy—not thrOuGh SEnSaVIsion—BUt in a vOice tHat hAd MaDE hiM quiver BEcAUSe it WaS iNtimAteLy PersoNal. HE Had Felt an eErie preseNce THat cOuLd Only be aTtributed to MaKr. he consciouSlY thAnked MAKR as one doEs a god for saving him from a NEar deatH exPerieNce. IT is a commoN exPerienCe wITh Bios, makr saId. All biOs tHANk the SUPeRioR bEing for somETHinG fairLy OfteN, some neEdier or devout ones mORe oFten than otherS.

"MiMic nOT YoUr dEScENdaNtS For THEy have gone to the DestructioN aND tAken loved oNEs wItH them," MaKr's voicE thunDEred in hIs head. It wAs another VoIce oF AUthOrity he had Heard befOre from hiS ColleCTiOn.

The EffEct of MAkR's
 there were people there,he could s ee th emmil es  off  and  easily avoidt hembefore they became soc ial t hr e ats. 
H e fel t the s a nd t ick li ng  hi sf oo t, an d k new wha t real san d f ee ls like—powd e ry , gritty,war m, both anno yin g andpl eas i ng at  th e sam e time as itsquishesbe t ween h i s toes. H ewasstill on the sand wh e n he heard fam iliarvo i ce i n h ishead.

Que st ion:" How wil l  I s u rvi v e without you , Dad?" Itw asHarry' svoi c e.

An swer:  " Y ouwill make i t as  all othe rs hav e  done a n d willalways  do —by  the gr ac e o fM akr . "Heh ear d the an sw er  in h is f a t h e r'svoi ce,but s omething waswro ng.The  answ er di stur be d him , notbecau se  the words he h eard  surprise d h im —th ey  did— b ut bec aus e t he word s had t o  ha ve c o me  from Makr Himself .T h evoice wa s Harr y 's  f a ther but  i t w asn' t him.Whoe ls e couldit be? It  w as clos e.  Morepl eas ant , pro p heti c in i ts timbr e som e how. He rememb e red an ancien t  v i d ch i p of  afilm, "TheTenC omma ndme n ts ."_ That' s it!  I t  i s  the voice of Moses —a ctuall y Cha rlton Heston,  a Twentie t h Centuryacto r ._ It was logical  to h im that Ma k r wouldcreat e a voic e peoplec o uld rela teto— lik e h e co uld relate to t he a ct or. Eve n H arry ne ver  sp oke  to  M akr direc tly. Itwa sal wa ysthrou g h a medi um —ath ree -dime n sional  holo grap hi c_ Bio _ image .  I t didma ke  a d iff er encethat the  voicewas an ac tor ' s vo ic e.  Becaus e it came fro mHarry's co ll ect ion.
M a kr knows  everything!

Harry's e y es open edwidel y as  he bolte d u p from  hi s  semi- dreamstate  a ndt h e san d an d a ll  its pleas a n tne ss we nt  awa y. Makr  had intervened di r ect ly—not throug h S ensa V i si on— b ut inav oic e that had made h im quiverbe c au se it wasi nti ma tely pe rsonal.  He h a d feltan eeriepresenceth at c o u ldonly be at tributed  to Makr. He co n sc iousl y t hanked  M akr  as o ne doe s  agod f or sav in g himfromanear dea th experience. It is acommon  expe rie nce withBio s , M akr said.  All  Bios than k t hesuper ior being  for so met h ing f airl y  often, s o me  ne e d ie r or devout o n esmoreoft e n than  oth ers.

"Mimic noty our descendant s fo r the y h a ve g on e to the destr uct io n and take nloved oneswith the m, "  Makr 's voi ce thu nderedi n  h i s head . It  wa s another  vo ic e  of aut ho ri t y he h ad h ea rd bef ore fr o m hi s collection.

The  effe c t  of M a kr' s
 there_were people_there, he could see_them miles_off_and easily_avoid_them before they_became social threats.

He_felt the sand tickling_his foot, and_knew_what real sand feels like—powdery, gritty, warm, both annoying and pleasing at the same_time_as it_squishes_between_his toes. He was still_on the sand when he_heard familiar_voice in his head.

Question: "How will I survive_without_you, Dad?" It_was Harry's voice.

Answer: "You will make it as all_others have done and will always_do—by the grace_of_Makr."_He heard the answer_in his father's voice, but something_was wrong.

The answer disturbed him, not_because the words he heard surprised him—they_did—but because the words had to_have come from Makr Himself._The voice_was Harry's father but it_wasn't him. Who_else could_it be? It_was close. More pleasant, prophetic in_its timbre somehow._He remembered an ancient vidchip of_a_film, "The Ten_Commandments."__That's_it! It_is the voice_of_Moses—actually Charlton_Heston,_a Twentieth Century actor._ It was_logical_to him that Makr would create a_voice people could relate_to—like_he could relate to_the actor. Even Harry never_spoke to Makr directly. It was_always through_a medium—a_three-dimensional holographic _Bio_ image. It did make a difference that the_voice was an actor's voice. Because_it came from Harry's_collection.

Makr knows_everything!

Harry's_eyes opened widely_as_he bolted_up from his semi-dream state and the_sand and_all its pleasantness went away. Makr_had intervened directly—not through_SensaVision—but_in a voice that had made_him quiver because it was intimately_personal. He had felt an_eerie_presence_that could only be attributed_to Makr. He consciously thanked Makr_as one does_a god for saving him from a_near_death experience. It is a common_experience_with Bios, Makr said. All Bios_thank_the_superior being for something fairly_often, some needier or devout ones_more often than others.

"Mimic not your descendants for they_have gone to_the destruction and taken loved_ones_with_them," Makr's voice thundered in his head. It was another_voice of_authority he had_heard before from his collection.

The effect of Makr's