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moments, Davis returned.
    “I brought us lunch,” he said, carrying a
tray in. He closed the door with one hand and then walked over.
“You can eat this at the table, or -while you watch TV.”
    “TV?”
    “Oh my God. The big black box. You are not
that far gone, are you?”
    “No. Not at all. I thought you said… eat and
watch me pee.”
    “You thought I told you to eat while you
watch me pee?”
    “Yes. That’s why I was so stunned.”
    “Well whatever you prefer to do. Other than
watch me pee.”
    “That would be obscene.”
    “There are worse things,” he said. “I’m
gonna eat mine over at the desk.”
    “Why are you seated at a desk?”
    “I’m your bunker monitor. I get a desk.”
    I took my seat in the big fluffy chair and
Davis placed my lunch in front of me on the table. It included an
apple, some sort of meat substance, and a beverage in a glass. I
examined it. “What is this white substance in the glass?”
    “Milk.”
    “Milk?” I asked. “Mother’s milk?”
    “Geez, lady. Why in the world would I give
you mother’s milk? You’re worse than I thought. No wonder no one
wants to be down here with you. This is tedious.” Davis walked over
to the black box, the television set. “We start at the
beginning.”
    “The beginning of what?”
    “Television.” He turned on the power, then
pushed a button in the box above the television, then walked over
towards his desk. “Enjoy the show.”
    Images appeared on the television box, and I
gasped, enthralled at the technology. It would be interesting. At
the very least, I would get to know the culture of the human race.
Admittedly it was something I needed to know. And I was looking
forward to having my lunch, although I was not convinced the white
substance called milk was not mother’s milk. Why Davis found that
so offensive, I don’t know. It had the most nutrients. I dived into
my lunch, and into the human culture. Why it this process would be
considered torturous as Davis had said, I wasn’t sure, but I was
ready. I was strong. I could take anything they threw at me.

THIRTEEN – VALA
     
    “Will we live here
always?” Sophie asked as she helped me undress that evening.
    “I don’t know.”
    “Do you think Mother will like it here? Why
did she not come to the wedding?”
    “What is with all the questions,
Sophie?”
    “I don’t know. It seems strange. Mother
should be here. Was that not the plan? Were we not all supposed to
be here if one of us were chosen?”
    “Yes, that was the plan,” I sighed.
    “Why don’t I remember being chosen or you
being chosen?”
    “Because …” Iry’s voice entered my bedroom,
“you were asleep, Little One. It was a rare nighttime choosing.”
Iry smiled.
    Sophie acted delighted to see him, as if she
hadn’t seen him all day. She raced over to Iry and embraced
him.
    “Now, you know you must rest,” Iry told
her.
    “I don’t feel tired,” Sophie said. “Not at
all.”
    “You’re just excited. Go on. Susan is
waiting for you.” He leaned down to accept a kiss to his cheek, the
Sophie ran up and kissed me as well.
    “Goodnight,” she called as she ran out.
    Iry waited until she was gone and closed the
door.
    “Seeing how Ancients do not sleep,” I said,
“how is it she is going to rest?”
    “If she is still long enough, she will fall
into a trance of sorts, time will pass. Can you imagine the boredom
if we were unable to do that?”
    “Do you?” I asked.
    Iry walked to the table by the door and
poured a glass of wine. “No, I find other things to keep me busy.
When I sleep you will know.”
    “Oh, that’s right you sleep for long periods
of time.” I turned toward the window.
    “My wife …”
    I spun to face him.
    “Is that not what you are?”
    “I am not a prize.”
    “Ah, but you are. Will you please be nice to
me?”
    “In which way do you mean?”
    “I mean talk. Smile. Have fun. Would you
like to walk the street and see the lights?”
    While our home was