While they returned to their planning, I decided I would go burn some calories on the walking track. I typically get up early when we are cruising, g...o get some coffee and enjoy the quiet of the morning, and then walk for about a mile. An early docking had meant I had missed that walk this morning. Making my way up to the sports deck, I set out on my stroll. The sky was darkening into night as I made my way around the aft of the ship. As I neared the completion of my first lap, I had to. "Is there a problem?" No, it's just that... well... you don't look like a Brian." What do I look like?" I said, with a touch of sarcasm. Probably nota great idea. She was probably putting me on an FBI watch list as Ispoke. Still, I didn't need her attitude to go with my mixed feelings."Never mind," she said, "Whatever works for you, I say. Enjoy yourflight, MR. Rosen." Thanks," I said, grabbing my ticket.When I landed in Paris, the customs agent scanned my passport."Brian Rosen," he said,. We're simple people." Yeah. Right. You've always been smarter than your neighbors haven't you," she didn't make that a question."I grew up in a neighborhood of high school teachers, and, yeah, I astounded them all the time."She stood on tiptoe. Simone leaned forward until her nipples brushed my hairy chest. She swayed side to side just a tiny bit. They dragged across my chest like a hot branding iron. I popped a woody."I chose John, my boyfriend, for his intelligence. I am genetically driven to. The edge that this technology would give the US government was too much, in my opinion.While I approved of most of what my government did, they did too much under the cloak of secrecy that was totally illegal and contemptible. Oh, it was always for the betterment of 'the people' or 'the world'.I snorted. How many times have I heard this used as an excuse by megalomaniacs, the world over? Governments, individuals, corporations, it didn't matter. Those who always 'knew better' than the average.