Cyberterror"I... did not... betray?" It was the most important question he had at the moment, and the seconds between the question and the answer were an eternity to his small and shivering mind."No, Charlie. You... you held firm." There was a tenderness in the voice, even a sort of pity. Charlie couldn't see his commander, but he took comfort from the emotion in his voice.He was back on his ship. He was home. His electronic brain couldn't be messed with anymore. That was assuming, of course, that it wasn't being messed with right now - that he wasn't being fooled into thinking that he was home - but there wasn't much he could do in that situation, except keep from blurting out secrets until he was reasonably sure. And that sureness would come with the restoration of his senses: sight, touch. For now, he floated in endless darkness, somewhat aware that he was lying on a table, but unable to piece together anything else about his whereabouts.
Library LuckAll he had wanted to do was to go to the library.He spent the first half of the day hunting down enough spare change to make it onto the bus, and then enough to ensure that he got back, because he rather expected he'd find himself buried in a book and miss the deadline on the return ticket.He spent a good half-hour looking for suitable pants to wear that weren't pajamas and didn't have a hole in the crotch or smell like he hadn't washed them in a month. Mostly because he probably hadn't, but still, he didn't want to get kicked off the bus.He spent ten minutes hunting for shoes, and managed to find a good many pairs, at least in halves. If he could have found a right and a left he would have gone mismatched, but for some bloody reason they all turned out to be lefts until finally he located a pair of old tennies with holes in the bottoms. He switched out a couple of inserts from another pair so he wouldn't get blisters by the time he arrived.The bus was almost half