Darn it!Three hours later, we all left the store. I had the hand of each of my girls, while they each had a big bag of brand new clothes to take and w...ear in their other hand. Mom and Sarah tagged along, talking and tittering amongst themselves about something or other.Back in the hotel room, the girls wanted to go somewhere and show off their new outfits, so Sarah looked up Dallas Restaurants on the computer and, of course, 40 red dots appeared on the screen.“Do you just want a restaurant, or a. I can’t let anyone know about me.“There is a device called a replicator. You’ve probably heard of one; there’s been one in every sci fi movie. In their version, you push a button and something nifty pops out – like a microwave. We’re on version 3 of our replicator now. The trick is to make it work on bigger quantities, and of course to make it safe from being taken over by megalomaniac individuals. It takes free atoms and can make anything. Same thing there as with the power thing: I needed a. Nothing really exciting happened, they’d just talked a bunch. Apparently, he went to the same gym as we did, and he had recognized her. He must’ve seen Carla and me working out a bunch of times. Carla went on chatting about him and said she’d asked him what kind of girls he was into. Apparently, Carla was totally not his type. But, Carla said: ‘Mark had seen you work out and he was very much into your type. He wants to meet you.' Now I’m not your typical fitgirl. Carla fits that image way. This late in the season there would be no through-hikers. There might be one or two weekend backpackers, but the most I expected was another day-hiker like us. ‘How should I dress,’ she had asked. ‘It looks like it’s going to be warm, so shorts and a blouse, runners with socks. Bring along a light jacket and slacks and I’ll stuff them in the pack in case it gets cool up on the ridge. I’ll carry the daypack with lunch, drinks, and snacks.’ As usual, Nan had interpreted my instructions very.