Sethra looked in disbelief from the computer screen to the experiment and back. "Is it? Could it be?? It worked!!" She quickly hit save, then ejected the disk. Ignoring the debris that had accumulated from living in this lab for several endless weeks of work, she vaulted over the desk and headed for the stairs.

She emerged blinking into bedlam. People went whizzing by her, leaving only vague impressions. Well, the General she sure as hell recognized. The others, she knew she might be able to put names to once her brain got back in gear: the one in the tiara, the one in the cat-suit, the one in the flowing gown (gown? hold on a sec...), the red and black grunting dude, the short furry ones (ewok, dog, cat, etc.)...

She yelled in dismay as the cavalcade ripped the disk from her hand. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" She saw the pieces clatter to the floor: weeks of research and work on the General, gone...

Someone saw her and stopped for a minute. "Shouldn't you be in class?" she asked.

Sethra looked up blankly. "Class? There are classes here? What in?" 1