ish, on top of all that other gibber-  
ish, but whatever,” she said.          
     “Personally, I think she’s nice.” 
     “That’s the diabolical part, and  
it’s what arch-enemies do. They act all
nice and shit, and make you feel all   
safe and secure and happy, and then    
they pounce.”                          
     “Pounce?”                         
     “Jump, or leap on you, like a     
rabid peanut butter cookie and suck you
dry from the inside out.”              
     “Sheesh. I’m sorry I even asked   
now, and I’ll probably also regret     
this, but what’s this for?” Beth asked,
pointing to the computer.              
     After asking, she thought about it
for a few seconds, and then realized   
she already knew the answer and just   
needed me to confirm it.               
*      “What answer? What the hell are     
you talking about?” Beth asked with    
disgust.                               
     “I did not ask that with disgust,”
Beth said with even more disgust.      
     “Hey!”                            
     “That’s what I mean by context,” I
said and chuckled.                     
     While fiddling around with the    
settings, I added, “This is for that   
Journal Dr. Zinger wants. Remember?”   
     “I do, but not about that, ‘cause 
I can’t tell if you’re talking to me or
the freakin’ machine?”                 
     “What do you mean?” I asked, pre- 
tending to be perplexed too, but I knew
exactly what she was talking about. I  
just wanted to screw around with her   
head a little bit.                     
     “This Journal’s gonna be one long 
dramatic lie, ain’t it?”               
     “It’s what Dr. Zinger wants. She  
thinks  my feelings are way more impor-
tant than your damn facts,” I said and 



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