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anybody else dreams them to be sure. Any ideas?"

Wilks stared into his splash. "Maybe. I can ask some people I know. If you think it's really worth
doing."

"I don't know if it is," Ripley said. "But it might be."

Wilks shrugged. "Fuck it" He took a big drink of his splash. "Not like I got a whole hell of a lot else
to do on this bucket of rocks and plastic. What the hell. I'll ask around." He drained his glass. Stood.
"Meet you in the B-2 conference room at 0900 tomorrow."

Ripley smiled and Billie let out a deep breath, relieved. Amy was still hiding on Earth, and there was
probably nothing she could do; but they were going to do something.



The private conference room was military access only, but it was small and rarely used, so Wilks
had no trouble signing it out Ripley and Billie stood on either side of him in front of a small computer. He
spoke as he tapped in codes.

"I looked up an old friend last night, Leslie Elliot. She used to go out with this guy I trained with, till
she realized that she had about 50 IQ points on him. She's a pretty good hacker, but these days she's
doing basic data entry. I figured she wouldn't mind rascaling up what we needed ... she even edited.
Wait, here we go."

A readout scrolled up the screen. Names, dates, places. Then vid images.
 Quincy Gaunt, Ph.D./Subject: Nancy Zetter. It was a poor quality vid of two people sitting in an
office, the woman speaking:

"... and then she comes up to me and I hear this voice in my head telling me that she cares about
me. She says, 'I love you.'" The attractive middle-aged woman shook her head, disgusted. "That awful
thing, telling me that."

"And that's where it ends?" said the doctor, a thin young man with a neutral expression.

"Yes. Except it doesn't end," she said. "I keep having themтАФ"

Wilks pushed a button on the console. More names blipped across the screen, another office with
different people. A well-built young man squirmed nervously in a cushioned chair while an older man
looked on.

"It's likeтАФI don't know, she wants me," he blurted out.

"Sexually?"

The young man colored visibly. "No, not like that. LikeтАФaw, shit, I don't know, like she's my
mother or something."

"Do you dream about your mother?" said the doctor, leaning forward.