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 "Let me rephrase that question; how was Didra dressed?" His long mouth split into a smile.  "Look kid, when I said I had insight into your situation, I meant it.  I been exactly where you are now.  Just a coupla thousand years ago, I too was a dumb-ass apprentice like you." 
           Using all of his fingers in tandem, Bara made a series of clicking sounds, like someone snapping their fingers at a machinegun rate.  Without warning, the floor morphed into a Sasquatch not much taller than me.  It only took my DuNai eyes a pica-second to tell me that her likeness was that of a popular Crozac celebrity.  Apparently she was sorta the Betty Paige of the Oglan System, the bad girl that guys loved to ogle.  To you she would have looked like six feet of fur and muscle, but in their world she was an absolute hottie.  I couldn't help but smile as I realized that Bara really did understand where my head was these days.
           "So this is the new girl?" The hottie asked as her eyes looked me up and down.  "Does she create as much wake as the boss said she did?"
           "Oh yeah.  I felt her as soon as she got here, like someone was bangin' on a gong." Bara nodded.  
           "Felt what?" I was curious.
           "Your presence in this galaxy." Bara sat up when he spoke.  "Even when the Boss visits, I don't feel him the way I felt you.  I thought someone was ringing a damned dinner bell."
           The female Sasquatch looked me over before thumping me on the head with a fist.  The whispers had warned me she was going to do something so I was able to dodge most of it.  Still, even her glancing blow was painful.  I couldn't help but notice how fast she was. 
            "What the hell was that for?" I demanded to know as I held one side of my head where she had hit me with her rough and hairy knuckles.
           "Wow." She raised an eyebrow before turning back towards Bara.  "She has control of only two point five percent of her enhancements, and yet she was able to get almost completely out of the way.  Impressive."
           "That's good Shanti, but it's generally considered bad manners to go around punching guests." The big guy rose and chided his partner gently, as if explaining something to a child.
           "She's a Lord, she'll heal as fast as I could hit her. I doubt she minds much." Shrugging, the female stooped over and moved away on hairy knuckles.
           I was having a revelation at that moment.  When I finally got my shit together and started looking over the data my eyes were feeding me, I realized that I had seen these same morphic patterns before; in Didra.  There were some different subroutines here though; most notable was the way her energy patterns flowed in a continuous loop rather than emanating from the house.  
           "This is Didra?  From the house?" I asked skeptically as I watched her settle into a padded corner of the room.
           "Yes, and no." Bara thought hard for the right words to explain.  "She is from the house, but not the same Didra you know.  I stole her from the house, and left a replica behind; your Didra.  This one is my Didra."
           "I don't go by that name anymore." She added with a hint of disdain.  "It's Shanti now."
           "I thought you couldn't unplug the hostess from the house?" I was surprised.  Everything I had read up till then said that Didra was bound to the house.  It was impossible to sever the connection.
           "You're right, can't be done." Bara agreed with a smile on his lips.  Something in his smug grin told me that I would need to figure out how he had done it on my own.
           Switching topics, I asked a new question.
           "What's my wake?  I've heard that phrase before." I was truly unsure.  I had consulted my databanks for a definition, but the results I got back were some hocus-pocus bullshit. 
           Bara gave a frown as he sat back.  "That is a much bigger