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The sleep learner cycle came to an emergency stop—and the cover opened. What a nightmare! I guess I was going to live, but I didn't feel like slumbering any more. I was tired, but sleep would have returned me to the nightmare.

I was in my quarters. I had privacy if nobody wandered in. Access was by transporter pad only—no doors. Call it a tomb rather than a crib.

"Now's a good time for a banana split," I said as I staggered away from the sleep learner in the office area. I had a "bed room" consisting of a wall-to-wall gym mat that I used for sleeping or wild monkey sex—it was roughly the size of a boxing ring and doubled as an exercise area. I had a bathroom and dressing room of about the same ten meter by ten meter size with a combination jacuzzi and shower bath big enough for three or four humans. My office had a sleep learner, a desk, and some seating—along with a food station. I drew a liter of water and programmed a standard fast-food soft-serve banana split: three "scoops" of vanilla ice cream, a banana split lengthwise, chocolate syrup, pineapple sauce with chunks of pineapple, strawberry topping, imitation whipped cream, crushed peanuts, and a candied cherry. Standard plastic food—but I was grounding myself, not pretending to be a food critic. By contemporary standards, my banana split was a miniature one—I was feeding for morale purposes, not trying to nourish my body. Didn't need a whole gallon of ice cream—or so I thought.

"Trouble, dear?" Lilith emerged through the portal appearing in the wall. Unlike standard Confederacy transporter pads (red, green and black depending upon status—entry point, exit or off) Lilith's transporter terminals were silver in operation but otherwise invisible. Lilith was followed by her two cheetahs, Dash and Flash. And her two Marines, Cor and Bo. All of us were naked—the cats weren't wearing their customary collars and we humans didn't have a stitch on. Why? Perfect climate control, not a public venue. "Oh, is that for me?"

I surrendered my banana split and programmed four more—and then I opened a stasis box filled with cat treats. It doesn't pay to let big cats go hungry. Dash nuzzled my thigh as her more-aggressive sister Flash picked out a dried salmon.

"Darlings, just one treat each," Lilith told the cheetahs. "Don't gorge."

Dash took a jerked chicken—well, a synthetic, boneless whole chicken minus feathers and internal organs. Dash would have told me that the chicken was missing 'the good parts' if she spoke English!

As the food station "dinged" to signal that my banana splits were ready, Georgia and Mary emerged.

My spirits fell as I distributed the new banana splits and programmed another six in—one more per person. Okay, I was still waiting for my first banana split.

"What's the emergency?" Georgia asked.

"Tom had a nightmare," Lilith explained. "Want to tell us about that nightmare, Tom?"

"I am reluctant," I said. "I don't want to relive it."

"Share," Lilith commanded.

"Okay, but I'm operating from inadequate data," I said. "The Confederacy is dying. Some of the civilizations have dropped off the grid. Only a token AI contact with the Confederacy exists for many older races. The vote to allow humans to join the Confederacy was 30% for, 15% against, and 65% not participating."

"Sounds like American politics," Bo quipped.

AI Ramses informed us.

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