"JOHN?" IT WAS BEN AGAIN, somewhere out there in the mists.
"Hey Ben, good to hear from you again.
"Yes, our connection was tenuous at best, but I think I can get some data to you now. Just let me say this before we get cut off again."
"Go ahead."
"John, there are four choices, doubled over. More, less, everything, nothing. Grid that out in all the possibilities. There are only eight. That's your possible thought-choices. The problem is landing on the nothing-nothing grid..."
And the connection was lost again.
What was nothing-nothing?
So I got to work thinking. Thinking.
VIIONCE OUTSIDE, AND OUR eyes became accustomed to bright light again, we saw a smallish graveled area directly outside the door, as if used for parking of a few vehicles. Two long wooden hitching posts had been i
