"Fourteen thousand Energi ceased to exist, spheroid ceased to exist, and another reproduction. Warpspace! How far will they go?"
It has been hundreds of days. Faces keep appearing, but I continue to want them to go away. Diane has had eighteen babies. The oldest are swimming around and playing with the porpoises. Diane and I spend most of the time teaching the children by showing them things, and by giving them our thoughts by touching them.
Today I found that none of the children have Voices. I could want them to have Voices, but the children's thoughts tell me that it is not right to have a Voice.
The eldest boy says that we should leave the tank, that a greater "tank" is around us, and that it is easier to move around in that greater tank. He also says that we must guard ourselves against Faces outside. That is strange, but the boy is a good boy. Many times he knows that things will happen before they do. He is a good boy.
He is almost as tall as I am. The eldest girl is pretty like Diane, her body very white and soft but, since I wanted it so, her hair is golden, instead of dark. The boy likes her very much, and I have seen them together, touching.
Tomorrow I will explain to him that if he wants something, he will get it. So he must want a baby.