'Paul': You've no idea what you're facing...Mindmistress: Oh. Really. Let me tell you something you may not know about my armor--it periodically monitors my health--sending results to my artificial intelligence, Vicki.Mindmistress (Caption): It runs an advanced MRI type scan of my body--harmless to me--to cells within--but would fry anything mechanical, electrical, or metallic. Next scan's in ten minutes.

Paul: What? Ten minutes? Can you delay it? Mindmistress: My, you sound --terrified. I'll delay it till twenty minutes have passed. Vicki? Next bioscan? Dealyed an addtional ten minues. Vicki: Got it, Boss.Mindmistress: Now, in nineteen minutes, I'm going to blow my nose into this kleenex. If I'm hosting anything--or anyone--you're concerned about--well...time to hit the road. Or...nose, maybe. 'Paul': ...Well-played.




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