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." Then her
troubled look changed to a thoughtful one. "I will go find one. But it will take
me some time. At least ten minutes. Not a moment less. And I am going to seal
your door while I am gone so that no one will disturb you." She added, 'Ten
minutes," and headed for a blank wall. It snapped out of her way and she was
gone.
I immediately flipped off the sheet to see what they had done to my one
good leg. The sheet would not flip. So I snuck up on it. It was too smart for
me. So I tried to outwit it-after all, a sheet can't be smarter than a man. Can
it be?
Yes, it can.
Finally I said to myself. Look, chum, we are getting nowhere. Let's try
assuming that Mistress Minerva was being precisely truthful: This is a bed with
built-in plumbing, capable of handling the worst a bedfast patient can do. So
saying, I worked a couple of ballistic problems in my head-hairy em-piricals
guaranteed to distract even a man waiting at the guillotine.
And cut loose with half a liter, sighed, then let go with the other half.
No, the bed did not seem to be wet. And a feminine voice cooed, "Good baby!"
I looked hastily around. No vocal cords to go with the voice- "Who said
that and where are you?"
"I'm Teena, Minerva's sister. I'm no farther away than your elbow... yet
I'm half a kilometer away and two hundred meters down. Need anything, just ask
me
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