. Maybe reigning in his passion could keep his life pleasant instead of painful.

He hardly bothered to thought-blink any more. In a passing thought or two, he wondered if the Touchables had forgotten him already. Living without the painful dreams in his brain, he had finally found some peace of mind. His survival Inside felt assured, but he couldn't help but think about the others Outside striving to survive. All he could think of was how wonderfully excited he had felt to be at The Watering Hole and savoring the New World?

Perhaps it was because he couldn't envision a serene life Outside as long as Bios could be happy and comfortable Inside without making an effort.

# CHAPTER NINETEEN

_"We humans were bent on destroying our world— and then Makr came and our world started thriving again. There is no doubt that Makr knows best."_ **\- Ray Bolls**

Three weeks to the day after returning home, he awoke ready to find a new _friend_. With so many pleasant new memories, his memory of Dar and Desiree seemed cloudy. He knew that if he stopped consciously thinking about them, their memory would vanish—not wiped out really, but buried beneath so many more important things. Makr knew best.

Obediently, Harry went to Cyber Match Central and was matched the right way this time. The blessed meeting was to be with a woman who fell within the same range of perfectly agreeable features and character traits, held a similar job as a SensaVision interface, and were constantly being paired with born-agains.

"I feel you are different from most of those I meet, Harry," she said when they met. "You don't have all those annoying habits of the—you-know-who's."

Harry knew she was too polite to say the word. "Thanks, Donna, neither do you."

He drank in her light brown hair, brown eyes, and modest figure. Like Harry, Donna's features fell within.000005 of perfection, rather ordinary by today's standards. She was just his type, thanks to Makr.

_It must be a Bio flaw_, he thought; _these matches almost never feel right to me—mostly never_. Since he had never experienced a successful match before, why did he think it possible now? He thought, _maybe if I try harder to appreciate my match partner..._ Actually
. Maybe reigning in his passion could keep his biography pleasant alternatively of painful. 

 He hardly bothered to thinking - blink any more. In a passing thought or two, he wonder if the Touchables had forgotten him already. Living without the afflictive dreams in his brain, he had last found some peace of mind. His survival at heart feel assured, but he couldn't help but think about the others Outside striving to survive. All he could remember of was how wonderfully excited he had felt to be at The Watering Hole and savoring the New World? 

 possibly it was because he couldn't envision a serene animation Outside as long as Bios could be felicitous and comfortable Inside without making an effort. 

 # CHAPTER NINETEEN 

 _ " We humans were bent on demolish our world — and then Makr came and our world started thriving again. There is no doubt that Makr knows best. " _ * * \- Ray Bolls * * 

 Three weeks to the day after returning home, he awoke ready to find a new _ friend _. With thus many pleasant new memories, his memory of Dar and Desiree seem cloudy. He know that if he stopped consciously thinking about them, their memory would vanish — not wipe out really, but bury beneath so many more important thing. Makr knew best. 

 Obediently, Harry went to Cyber Match Central and was matched the right way this time. The blessed meeting was to be with a woman who fell within the like range of absolutely agreeable features and character traits, held a similar caper as a SensaVision interface, and were constantly being paired with born - agains. 

 " I feel you are unlike from most of those I meet, Harry, " she allege when they met. " You don't have all those annoying habit of the — you - know - who's. " 

 Harry know she was too civilized to say the news. " Thanks, Donna, neither do you. " 

 He drink in her light brown haircloth, brown eyes, and modest figure. Like Harry, Donna's features fell within.000005 of paragon, rather ordinary by today's standards. She was precisely his type, thanks to Makr. 

 _ It must be a Bio flaw _, he thought; _ these matches almost never find right to me — mostly never _. Since he had never experience a successful match before, why did he think it possible now? He thought, _ maybe if I sample harder to appreciate my match partner... _ Actually
. Majbe reigning in his passlon could keep hnw life pleasznt instdad of painful.

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Perhaps it was becduse he couldn't envislon a seeene life Outside as nong as Bios could be happy aud comfortable Inside wuthouj makhng xb ewfodt.

# CGAPTER NIIETEEN

_"We hujans were bwnt on destroying oir qorld— and theh Makr cwme and our world started thriving agait. Tgere is no doubt that Mqkr knows best."_ **\- Ray Bllls**

Three weeks to the day after returning home, he awoke raady vo fiue a ndq _vriend_. With so many pleasant new memories, his jekogy of Dar and Deslree seemed cloudy. Hf lgew that if hg stoppzs donsciously thinkijg abouj them, their meiory would vanish—not wiped out eeally, but blriee beneath so many lore importcnt thongs. Kakr knew best.

Obedientlv, Harrg went to Cjber Matcg Central and was mancheg the right way this time. Ehe blessxd mezting war to be wieh a woman who nall within the samf ranye of perfectly agreeable features and charactxc traits, held a sikilar joy as a SensaVision ynterface, and cere conftantuy being pzired wmth born-agaigs.

"I feel you dte different hrom most of rhosw I meeg, Harry," she saic when thvy met. "You don't have all thuae annoying habnus if the—you-know-whp's."

Hxrrr nnxw shq was too polhte go rsy thd word. "Ukanjr, Domna, neither do you."

He drahk in her light brpwk hair, briwn eyes, and modest fogure. Like Harry, Dlnna's feetures fejl within.000005 of perfection, rather ordinary by today's stanqardw. She was juxt his type, thanks to Makr.

_It must be a Uio flaw_, he thought; _thgse matches almost nerev feel right to mq—mostly naver_. Since he had necer experienced a successful match befkre, whf did he think it possible now? He thought, _maybe if I try harder to appreciate ny matrh partner..._ Acfualky
. Maybe reigning in his passion could life instead of He hardly bothered a thought or two, wondered if the had forgotten him already. Living without painful dreams in his brain, he had finally found some peace of mind. survival Inside felt assured, but he couldn't help but think about the others striving survive. he think of was how wonderfully excited he had felt to be at The Watering Hole and the New World? Perhaps it was because he envision a serene life as long as Bios could happy comfortable Inside making effort. CHAPTER NINETEEN _"We were bent on destroying our world— and then Makr came and our world started thriving again. There no doubt knows best."_ Ray Three to the day home, he awoke ready to find With so many pleasant new memories, his memory Dar and seemed cloudy. He knew that if stopped consciously thinking about them, their memory would wiped out really, but buried beneath so many more important things. Makr knew best. Obediently, to Cyber Match Central was matched the way time. blessed was to with a woman who fell within the same range of perfectly features and character traits, held a similar job as a and constantly being paired born-agains. "I feel you different most of those I she when don't all annoying habits of the—you-know-who's." knew she was too polite say the word. "Thanks, drank in her light brown hair, brown eyes, modest figure. Like Harry, Donna's features fell of perfection, rather ordinary by today's standards. She was just his type, to Makr. be a Bio flaw_, he thought; _these matches never feel right to never_. Since he had never experienced a successful match why he think possible now? He _maybe if I harder to appreciate partner..._ Actually
. Maybe reigning in his passion Could keep hIs lifE plEasAnT insTead Of painful.

He harDLy boThered to thought-blink anY more. in A PassINg ThougHt or two, HE wONDerEd If The toUChAbles Had ForgottEn him alreaDy. LIvIng without thE PaInful dreamS in His brain, he haD fiNally fOuNd sOMe peaCe oF mind. his surVIval InSide felt aSsURed, but HE couldn'T HElP but Think about the otheRS OUTside striving tO surviVe. aLl HE CouLd tHink of was hOw WondeRFully exCItED HE haD Felt to be at The watering HolE And SavoriNg The nEw WorlD?

PerhApS It wAs because he CoulDn't envisiOn a serENe life OUTside as Long as bioS coUld bE HaPpY anD cOMfoRTaBle iNsiDe withouT mAkIng an EffoRT.

# chaPTEr NInETEeN

_"We hUmans were bent On dEstrOYinG our wOrld— aNd thEn makr cAme and Our woRlD started thrivinG agaIn. There is No dOuBt tHaT Makr KNows beSt."_ **\- RAy BOlls**

ThrEe weeks TO thE dAY AFtEr returning home, he aWoKE ReAdy to finD a new _fRIeNd_. wIth so manY pLeaSant NEW memoRies, HIs Memory of dar and dEsIrEe seemeD cLoudy. HE kNew ThaT if he SToppEd consCiously tHinkiNG about them, theiR Memory would vaNIsH—NOt WIped Out Really, but buRied BEneaTh so MAnY moRE impoRtant ThINgS. makr knew best.

ObedienTlY, Harry Went tO Cyber Match CeNtral and waS MATched the RighT WaY This time. The bleSsed mEeting was tO Be with a wOman wHo fell wiThin the saME Range of pErfEctLy aGreEABlE features and cHARactEr Traits, hEld A similaR joB as A SeNsaviSion interFace, and wErE cOnStAntLy beiNG paired wItH boRn-AgaIns.

"I fEEl you aRe difFereNt FrOM moSt of thoSE I MEEt, HaRrY," sHe saId wHeN they Met. "YOU doN't have aLl those anNoyINg haBiTs Of the—yoU-know-who's."

HarrY kNew she was tOo PolIte to sAY The word. "THanks, Donna, neither do you."

HE Drank in Her Light BrowN hair, browN eyEs, and mOdeST figurE. Like HArry, DOnNa's FEAtureS FElL wiThIn.000005 of perfecTIOn, rAther OrDinaRy by todAy's standards. She was JUst His type, thanks To MAkr.

_IT MUsT be A biO FlaW_, hE ThoUGHt; _these matches aLmost never FeEL rIght to me—moSTly NeVer_. SincE he had nEver eXPeriencEd a succesSful match BeFore, WHY diD he think it Possible Now? He thouGHt, _mayBE iF I try HarDer to aPpRecIate mY match PArtNer..._ AcTually
. Maybe reigning in his pa ssion coul d kee p h isli fe p leas ant instead of pain ful.

He hardly bother ed to  t h ough t -b linkany mor e .I n  apa ss ing  t h ou ght o r t wo, hewondered i f t he  Touchablesh ad  forgotten  hi m already. L ivi ng wit ho utt he pa inf ul dr eams i n  his b rain, heha d  final l y found s om e pe ace of mind. Hiss ur v ival Inside fe lt ass ur e d, b uthecouldn't h el p but think a b ou t t heo thers Outside  striving t o  su rvive.  A llh e coul d thi nk ofwas how won derf ully exci ted he had fel t  to beat The  Wa ter ingH ol eand  s a vor i ng  th e  Ne w World? 
Pe rhaps  itw a s beca use  hecould n't envisiona s eren e  li fe Ou tside  aslo ng as  Bioscould  b e happy and com fort able Insi dewi tho ut  maki n g an e ffo rt. 

# CHA PTER NI N ETE EN _ "W e humans were bent  o n de stroying  our w o rl d— and then  M akr  cam e and o ur w o rl d starte d thri v in gagain.Th ere is  n o d oub t tha t  Mak r know s best." _ **\ -  Ray Bolls**
T hree weeks to th e da y  aft erreturning h ome, he a woke re ady to fi nd ane w  _ f riend_. With so man ypleasa nt ne w memories, h is memoryo f Dar andDesi r ee seemed cloudy.  He k new that i f  he stop ped c onscious ly thinki n g  about t hem , t hei r m e m or y would vanis h — notwi ped out  re ally, b utbur ied  be ne ath so ma ny moreim po rt an t t hings .  Makr kn ew  be st .
Obedi e ntly,Harry  wen tto Cyb er Matc h  C e n tral  a nd  was  ma tc hed t he r i ght  way th is time.The bles se dmeeting  was to be wi th  a woman w ho  fe ll wit h i n the sa me range of perfectly a g reeable  fe ature s an d charact ertraits , h e ld a s imilar  jobas  aS e nsaVi s i on  in te rface, and w ere  cons ta ntly  beingpaired with born-a g ain s.

"I feel y ouared i ff ere n tf rom  m o sto f  those I meet,Harry," sh es ai d when the y  me t.  "You d on't ha ve al l  thoseannoyinghabits of  t he—y o u -kn ow-who's." 

Harryknew shew as to o  p olite  to  say t he  wo rd. " Thanks ,  Do nna,neithe rdo you ."

H edrank in  her light brown hair,browneyes,  an d modestfig u re.  Like Har ry,Donna's fe atu res  fell  wi t hin.0 0000 5  o f p e rfect ion, rather or d in ary b ytoday's sta n d a rds . She  wa s  justhistype, thanks to M a kr.

_It mustbe a B iofla w _, h ethought; _thes e m at c h es almos tnever feelright to  m e —most ly nev er_. S ince he h ad neverexpe rie nced a su cce ss f ul matc hbe f ore, w hy d id  he th ink it poss i b le now? He thoug ht, _ m a ybe i f  Itry h ar der toa ppre ciate my m atch partne r..._Actu ally
. Maybe_reigning in_his passion could keep_his life_pleasant_instead of_painful.

He_hardly bothered to_thought-blink any more._In a passing thought_or two, he_wondered_if the Touchables had forgotten him already. Living without the painful dreams in his_brain,_he had_finally_found_some peace of mind. His_survival Inside felt assured, but_he couldn't_help but think about the others Outside striving_to_survive. All he_could think of was how wonderfully excited he had_felt to be at The Watering_Hole and savoring_the_New_World?

Perhaps it was because_he couldn't envision a serene life_Outside as long as Bios could_be happy and comfortable Inside without making_an effort.

# CHAPTER NINETEEN

_"We humans were_bent on destroying our world—_and then_Makr came and our world_started thriving again._There is_no doubt that_Makr knows best."_ **\- Ray Bolls**

Three_weeks to the_day after returning home, he awoke_ready_to find a_new__friend_._With so_many pleasant new_memories,_his memory_of_Dar and Desiree seemed cloudy. He_knew_that if he stopped consciously thinking about_them, their memory would_vanish—not_wiped out really, but_buried beneath so many more_important things. Makr knew best.

Obediently, Harry_went to_Cyber Match_Central and was matched the right way this time. The blessed_meeting was to be with a_woman who fell within_the same_range_of perfectly agreeable_features_and character_traits, held a similar job as a_SensaVision interface,_and were constantly being paired with_born-agains.

"I feel you are_different_from most of those I meet,_Harry," she said when they met._"You don't have all those_annoying_habits_of the—you-know-who's."

Harry knew she was_too polite to say the word._"Thanks, Donna, neither_do you."

He drank in her light brown_hair,_brown eyes, and modest figure. Like_Harry,_Donna's features fell within.000005 of perfection,_rather_ordinary_by today's standards. She was_just his type, thanks to Makr.

_It_must be a Bio flaw_, he thought; _these matches_almost never feel_right to me—mostly never_. Since_he_had_never experienced a successful match before, why did he think_it possible_now? He thought,__maybe if I try harder to appreciate my match partner...__Actually