 a Bio who had no need to smell it. Odor identification was hardly necessary while Makr was protecting you from harm. Harry recognized the odors that the others did not, nor seemed to care about. Makr had wanted to see a Bio's reaction to the smells since Cyberts had no need of this ability, so he had experimented on Harry. Now, Harry needed to know. He couldn't help his constant analytical look at reality whenever he found it.

Mildew? You'd expect that. It goes with the moisture. But the other? Urine? Not quite, but similar. Ammonia? Probably. Maybe something else, too. Definitely chemical. A cleansing agent. Alcohol? Or something more dangerous like methane?

He remembered one of the early SensaVision vids contained a cornucopia of scents for educational purposes.

A blinding flash!

No, not now!

The dream! Or was it?

The stainless steel table was cold and wet. Bravely, he opened his eyes to view what appeared, unbelievably, to be a reality of his own making. The "wet" he was experiencing was colorless and odorless. Cold metal sweats. He took in the stark white walls and floors. He was calmly sitting on the table turning over a donut-shaped ring that Kieran had given him.

Attached to the top of the scanner was a flat monitor with the screen facing out, so only Carlos and his Shadows can see it.

"Been living the easy life, have we?" Kieran teased Harry. "Your organs all seem in good shape."

"I try to take care of myself."

"Exercise?"

"Well, no. Makr..."

"I thought so." Kieran interrupted, her voice mocking him. "I, for one, had hoped we had found a man of character."

Harry wasn't getting the joke.

"That's not fair, Kieran." Carlos interjected. "He only just found the Touchables before we found him."

"I just can't tolerate the Touchables or Insiders—such weaklings. Worthless!" Her very words almost made her spit as she vehemently whispered to Carlos.

"I know. I know. I feel the same way sometimes, but go easy, Kieran.
a Bio who had no need to smell it. Odor identification was barely necessary while Makr was protect you from harm. Harry recognized the olfactory property that the others perform not, nor seemed to care about. Makr had want to experience a Bio's reaction to the smell since Cyberts had no need of this ability, so he had experiment on Harry. Now, Harry needed to sleep together. He couldn't avail his constant analytical look at reality whenever he found it. 

 Mildew? You'd ask that. It goes with the moisture. But the other? Urine? Not quite, but similar. Ammonia? credibly. Maybe something else, too. decidedly chemical. A cleansing agentive role. Alcohol? Or something more dangerous like methane? 

 He remembered one of the early SensaVision vids contained a cornucopia of scents for educational purposes. 

 A blinding flare! 

 No, not now! 

 The dream! Or was it? 

 The stainless steel table was cold and wet. Bravely, he opened his eyes to view what appeared, unbelievably, to be a reality of his own making. The " wet " he was experiencing was colorless and odorless. Cold metal sweats. He took in the blunt white walls and floor. He was sedately baby-sit on the table turning over a donut - shape ring that Kieran had given him. 

 Attached to the top of the scanner was a two-dimensional monitor with the screen facing out, then only Carlos and his Shadows can see it. 

 " Been living the comfortable life, get we? " Kieran tease Harry. " Your organs all seem in good form. " 

 " I try to take care of myself. " 

 " Exercise? " 

 " Well, no. Makr... " 

 " I thought so. " Kieran interrupted, her voice mocking him. " I, for one, had hop we had found a man of character. " 

 Harry wasn't getting the joke. 

 " That's not bonny, Kieran. " Carlos interjected. " He merely just find the Touchables before we found him. " 

 " I just can't tolerate the Touchables or Insiders — such weaklings. Worthless! " Her identical words almost made her saliva as she vehemently whispered to Carlos. 

 " I know. I know. I feel the like way sometimes, but go easy, Kieran.
 a Hio who had no need to soell it. Odor idgnrificavion waa hardly necessary while Makr was prltwctint you from harm. Harry fecognizef the odirs uhat the others dms not, nor seejcd to rare about. Makr had wanteg to see a Bio'v fecction to the smells since Cyberts hwd no nref of this abilyty, xj he had experimented on Harry. Now, Hardy needtd to know. He coulcn't help his constant analjticwl look at reality whenever hg fotbd it.

Mildew? Hou'd expecu chat. It goea with the moisture. But the othdr? Urnne? Not quijz, buh similar. Amnonia? Probably. Manne somathing rlse, too. Definltely chwmical. A cleansing agxnt. Alcohol? Or sometring more dcngerous like methane?

Ye remekberad ovw ow tge ezrly SfnseVision vida contained a cornucopia of sctntf for educatiohal puwpjses.

A blinding flash!

No, not now!

The dream! Or was it?

The stainless stwel table was cold anf wet. Bradely, he opened his eyes to view what appeared, unbalievebuy, uo be a eewlity of his own making. The "wet" he was experiqhconn was colorless cnd odorless. Colc leywl sweats. He jook in ths stark white walld and fjoors. He was cwlmlu sitting on the table turnung over a djbut-shaped ring thac Kieran had givgn him.

Sttached to the top of che scznner was a flat monjgor with the scrden fdcing ouu, so only Carlos agd his Shedows can sed it.

"Neen lyving the fasy life, have we?" Kieran teasgd Harsy. "Your orhans all seem in good shape."

"I trb to take carg ox mjself."

"Exereise?"

"Wekl, no. Makr..."

"I trought so." Kiercn interxupted, her voice mockinj him. "I, for jne, had hoped ae had found a man os chqracrer."

Harrh wasn't getting the joke.

"Nhct's not fqir, Kieran." Carlos lntergscted. "He only jbru dound the Toucnabues bvfoce we xound him."

"I jgst zan'g tolefate tht Tijchanles or Insiders—such weailings. Worthless!" Hrr very wotds almose made her spot as she vehementpy whmsperev to Csrljs.

"I know. I know. I feel the sams way somftiies, but go ewsy, Jieran.
a Bio who had no need to Odor was hardly while Makr was recognized odors that the did not, nor to care about. Makr had wanted see a Bio's reaction to the smells since Cyberts had no need of ability, so he had experimented on Harry. Now, Harry needed to know. He help constant look reality whenever he found it. Mildew? You'd expect that. It goes with the moisture. But the Urine? Not quite, but similar. Ammonia? Probably. Maybe else, too. Definitely chemical. cleansing agent. Alcohol? Or something dangerous methane? He one the SensaVision vids contained cornucopia of scents for educational purposes. A blinding flash! No, not now! The dream! Or was it? stainless steel cold and Bravely, opened eyes to view unbelievably, to be a reality of The "wet" he was experiencing was colorless and Cold metal He took in the stark white and floors. He was calmly sitting on the turning over a donut-shaped ring that Kieran had given him. Attached to the top of was a flat monitor the screen facing so Carlos his can see "Been living the easy life, have we?" Kieran teased Harry. "Your all seem in good shape." "I try to take care "Exercise?" no. Makr..." "I so." Kieran interrupted, her mocking "I, for one, had had a Harry getting joke. "That's not fair, Carlos interjected. "He only just the Touchables before we tolerate the Touchables or Insiders—such weaklings. Worthless!" Her words almost made her spit as she whispered to Carlos. "I know. I know. I feel the same way but go
 a Bio who had no need to smell it. odor identiFicatIon Was HaRdly NeceSsary while Makr WAs prOtecting you from harm. HarRy recOgNIzed THe Odors That the OThERS diD nOt, Nor SeEMeD to caRe aBout. MakR had wanted To sEe A Bio's reactioN To The smells sIncE Cyberts had nO neEd of thIs AbiLIty, so He hAd expErimenTEd on HaRry. Now, HarRy NEeded tO Know. He cOULdN't heLp his constant analYTiCAl look at realitY wheneVeR He FOUnd It.

MIldew? You'd eXpEct thAT. It goes WItH THE moISture. But the otHer? Urine? Not QUitE, but siMiLar. aMmonia? probaBlY. mayBe something Else, Too. DefiniTely chEMical. A cLEansing Agent. ALcoHol? or soMEtHiNg mOrE DanGErOus LIke Methane?

HE rEmEmberEd onE OF THe eaRly sensAVisiOn vids containEd a CornUCopIa of sCents For eDuCatioNal purPoses.

a bLinding flash!

No, nOt noW!

The dream! or wAs It?

THe StainLEss steEl tAblE was colD and wet. bRavElY, HE OpEned his eyes to view wHaT APpEared, unbElievaBLy, To BE a realitY oF hiS own MAKing. THe "weT" He Was experIencinG WaS cOlorlesS aNd odorLeSs. COld Metal SWeatS. He tooK in the stArk whITe walls and flooRS. He was calmly sITtING oN The tAblE turning oveR a doNUt-shAped RInG thAT KierAn had GiVEn HIm.

Attached to the top oF tHe scanNer waS a flat monitor With the scrEEN Facing ouT, so oNLy cArlos and his ShaDows cAn see it.

"BeeN Living thE easy Life, have We?" Kieran tEASed Harry. "youR orGanS alL SEeM in good shape."

"I TRY to tAkE care of MysElf."

"ExerCisE?"

"WeLl, nO. MaKr..."

"i thought sO." Kieran iNtErRuPtEd, hEr voiCE mocking HiM. "I, fOr One, Had hoPEd we haD founD a maN oF cHAraCter."

HarRY wASN't geTtInG the JokE.

"THat's nOt faIR, KiEran." CarLos interjEctED. "He oNlY jUst founD the TouchableS bEfore we fouNd Him."

"i just cAN'T toleratE the Touchables or InsiderS—Such weaKliNgs. WoRthlEss!" Her verY woRds almOst MAde her Spit as She veHeMenTLY whisPEReD to caRlos.

"I know. I KNOw. I Feel tHe Same Way someTimes, but go easy, KierAN.
 a Bio who had no need tosmell it.Odoride nti fi cati on w as hardly nece s sary  while Makr was protec tingyo u  fro m  h arm.Harry r e co g n ize dth e o do r sthatthe  others  did not,nor  s eemed to car e  a bout. Makr  ha d wanted tosee  a Bio 's  re a ction  to  thesmells sinceCyberts h ad no nee d  of thi s ab ilit y, so he had expe r im e nted on Harry.  Now,Ha r ry n eed edto know. H ecould n 't help hi s c ons t ant analytica l look at r e ali ty whe ne ver he fou nd it .Mil dew? You'dexpe ct that.It goe s  with t h e moist ure. B utthe  oth e r?  U rin e? Not qu ite ,  bu t simila r.  A mmoni a? P r o b a bly.  Ma ybesomet hing else, to o.Defi n ite ly ch emica l. A  c leans ing ag ent.Al cohol? Or somet hing  more dan ger ou s l ik e met h ane?
Herem embered  one of the  e a r l ySensaVision vids c on t a in ed a cor nucopi a  o fs cents fo redu cati o n al pu rpos e s. 

A blin ding f l as h! 

No, n ot  now!
T hedre am! O r  was  it?
The stai nless steel table wa s  cold and wet .  B r a ve l y, h e o pened his e yest o vi ew w h at  ap p eared , unb el i ev a bly, to be a realit yof his  ownmaking. The " wet" he wa s e xperienc ingw as colorless andodorl ess. Coldm etal swe ats.He tookin the st a r k whitewal lsand  fl o o rs . He was calm l y  sit ti ng on t hetable t urn ing  ov eradonut-sha ped ring  t ha tKi era n had given hi m. 

A tt ach ed to the to p ofthesc an n erwas a f l at m onit or  w iththe  s creen  fac i ngout, so  only Car los andhi sShadows  can see it.
" Been livin gthe  easyl i fe, have  we?" Kieran teased Har r y. "You r o rgans  all  seem ingoo d shap e." 
"I tr y to t ake c ar e o f mysel f . "
"E xe rcise?"

" W e ll,  no.Ma kr.. ."

"Ithought so." Kiera n  in terrupted, he r v oice m oc kin g  h i m."I ,  fo r one, had hopedwe had fou nd aman of cha r act er ."

Har ry wasn 't ge t ting th e joke.
"That's n ot  fai r ,  Ki eran." Car los inte rjected." He on l yjustfou nd the  T ouc hable s befo r e w e fou nd him ." 

"I j ust c an 't toler ate the Touchables or I nsider s—suc h w eaklings.  Wo r thl ess!" Her  ver y words al mos t m ade h ers pit a s sh e  v ehe m ently  whi s pered toC ar los . 
" I know. I k n o w . I  feel  th e  samewaysometimes, but go easy, Kieran.
 a_Bio who_had no need to_smell it._Odor_identification was_hardly_necessary while Makr_was protecting you_from harm. Harry recognized_the odors that_the_others did not, nor seemed to care about. Makr had wanted to see a_Bio's_reaction to_the_smells_since Cyberts had no need_of this ability, so he_had experimented_on Harry. Now, Harry needed to know. He_couldn't_help his constant_analytical look at reality whenever he found it.

Mildew? You'd_expect that. It goes with the_moisture. But the_other?_Urine?_Not quite, but similar._Ammonia? Probably. Maybe something else, too._Definitely chemical. A cleansing agent. Alcohol?_Or something more dangerous like methane?

He remembered_one of the early SensaVision vids_contained a cornucopia of scents_for educational_purposes.

A blinding flash!

No, not now!

The_dream! Or was_it?

The stainless_steel table was_cold and wet. Bravely, he opened_his eyes to_view what appeared, unbelievably, to be_a_reality of his_own_making._The "wet"_he was experiencing_was_colorless and_odorless._Cold metal sweats. He took in_the_stark white walls and floors. He was_calmly sitting on the_table_turning over a donut-shaped_ring that Kieran had given_him.

Attached to the top of the_scanner was_a flat_monitor with the screen facing out, so only Carlos and his_Shadows can see it.

"Been living the_easy life, have we?"_Kieran teased_Harry._"Your organs all_seem_in good_shape."

"I try to take care of myself."

"Exercise?"

"Well,_no. Makr..."

"I_thought so." Kieran interrupted, her voice_mocking him. "I, for_one,_had hoped we had found a_man of character."

Harry wasn't getting the_joke.

"That's not fair, Kieran." Carlos_interjected._"He_only just found the Touchables_before we found him."

"I just can't_tolerate the Touchables_or Insiders—such weaklings. Worthless!" Her very words_almost_made her spit as she vehemently_whispered_to Carlos.

"I know. I know. I_feel_the_same way sometimes, but go_easy, Kieran.