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.LP \& .ce .sp |4.25i .PP .ps 12 .CW ░ Silence reclaimed the cabin. .PP .ps 12 K.A.R.L. had finally run down. Fulfilling the guarantee of his pre\-recorded program, he sagged gently into deep sleep mode. Tom climbed back into his isolation cell and engaged the locks. With both observation windows open, he could reach through on both sides and \fIjust\fR touch either inner wall of the cabin, wearing his cell like a t\-shirt. It transpired that the scope of his self\-imposed imprisonment was limited only by his strength of will, tempered by the fixed size of his spacecraft. .PP .ps 12 He sighed. .PP .ps 12 Back and forth. How many times in his life had he made this trip? When would he ever decide where he wanted to be? .PP .ps 12 Indeed, Tom. .PP .ps 12 He tried to whistle to himself, but in the dry air of the cabin nothing came out. In addition to this, his lips were getting chapped. .PP .ps 12 Presently, K.A.R.L. resumed. .PP .ps 12 "I .I hate .R Indiana," he said. .PP .ps 12 Tom ignored the .I non sequitur. .R Indiana\(emits existence\(emwhether or not it sucked, had never figured significantly in his plans. If not for Woody on CHEERS, he would never have even heard of the place. .PP .ps 12 "So what," Tom said. "Pass the chips."