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Date Posted: 19:43:57 03/26/03 Wed
Author: Emperor Kofi Whitmane XXVII
Subject: "Gone?! Well keep looking!"

The emperor was not havign a good day. When his daughter had taken her smartship November out for a flight, outside of her rigidly scheduled times, none of his advisors thought to disturb him in his quarters. But when she failed to return at dinner, word spread. Search parties were sent out, other smartships employed to locate November within the limited boundaries her programming allowed her to fly. The search expanded wider, other regions around the small planet reporting in and confirming one definite impossibility: the smartship November was no longer within the boundaries of New Kymellia's atmosphere.

The emperor had remained surprisingly calm when finally presented with the news; it simply indicated scanner error, or that she had landed in some wooded area, or was avoiding detection some other way. A high tech game of hide-and-seek, a child acting out against her father, a healthy release of tension he was willing to indulge, to bear her "punishing" him if it meant some relief for her. His most trusted advisor had warned that sheltering the girl was putting strain on her--even more, that her boundaries would in fact kill her. Myclofig always did have a flair for the dramatic, but his words haunted Kofi now.

"She's not ON Kymellia....orbitting smartships have no findings or record of her leaving...

Fools.

Worthless, worthless fools. Waste my time, waste it when it is the most precious commodity any of us have, especially ME, and most especially MY DAUGHTER! MYCLOFIG! MYCLOFIG! SHOW YOURSELF, ADVISOR! I NEED YOUR WISDOM AND GUIDANCE, I WOULD BE FREE OF THE RAMBLINGS OF THESE IMPOTENT FOOLS!"

"E-emperor..." said the nearest and proportionately bravest advisor, "No one has seen the Primary Advisor in several hours either."

Kofi's nostrils flared as he buried his face in his hooves. Around him, his personal universe was crumbling, one brick at a time...

"The reason grandparents and grandchildren get along so well is that they have a common enemy."
-Sam Levenson (1911-1980)

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