I do not think Diane is sick. I think she is going to have a baby. * * * * * "Entities, assistant! On your oath-body you proclaimed that there is negative danger of reproduction." "Rest assured, peace, _beush_. "But his thoughts!" "Rest assured, _higher beush_." * * * * * There is much blood in the water today. Diane is having a baby; sharks have come. I have never seen so many sharks, and as big as they are I have never seen. I am afraid, but still some sneak among us near Diane. We love the porpoises, so they help us now. They are chasing the sharks away, injuring and killing some. * * * * * "Entities, Warpspaced Entities! There has been reproduction." "_Yorbeush_," cried the assistant in defense. "It is physically impossible. But they are mutants. It is negatively impossible that they possess Mind Force to a degree." "To what degree? What degree could produce reproduction when it is physically impossible?" The _beush_ was sarcastic. "How far can they go?" "There is negatively great amount they can do. Negative danger, because we have studied their instincts and emotions and found that they will not leave the 'aquarium,' their 'home'. Unless someone tells them to, but there is no one to do so." * * * * * Today I damned the Faces nine times and finally _wanted_ them to go away. The "view-ports" went black. It was like the sharks leaving when I wanted them to. I still do not understand. There has been much useless noise and senseless talk from the Voice these days. It is annoying because I must concentrate on loving Diane and caring for the baby. So I _wanted_ the Voice to leave it. It left. * * * * * "Entities Be Simply Damned! The spheroid ceased to exist, assistant. How far can they go, assistant?" The _beush_ rose, screamed hysterically for three seconds and then fired the hand weapon point blank at the neck of his assistant. The sharks come today, because Diane is having another baby. Diane hurts, and there is more blood than last time. Her face is not pretty when she hurts, as it is pretty when she sleeps. So I _want_ her to sleep. Her face is pretty now with the smile on her lips. * * * * * "Fourteen thousand Energi ceased to exist, spheroid ceased to exist, and another reproduction. Warpspace! How far will they go?" * * * * * It has been hundreds of days. Faces keep appearing, but I continue to _want_ them to go away. Diane has had eighteen babies. The oldest are swimming around and playing with the porpoises. Diane and I spend most of the time teaching the children by showing them things, and by giving them our thoughts by touching them. * * * * *