Once they'd grasped the idea, though, the on-board Gagugakhing was quick to tell her that none of the Eden creatures could handle more than the minimu...m one-and-a-half-times increase in weight that MacPherson had propounded, even for short periods. For the Edenite females the problems would be least severe; in anticipation of the physiological changes they'd undergo once they bred—more than doubling in size of their upper bodies—they were genetically equipped with considerably sturdier legs than. Approaching, a numbrealisation snakes its way through their thoughts as they findthemselves staring with fear. He knows she cannot exist, should notexist; a fantasy, an eidolon, a shadow on the brain was all she couldtruly be, though she still stands their peering back.Testing what he knows should not be real, slender fingers and nails skimthe glass as a face is observed. Behind the long pink bangs, not born ofa cheap dye job but seemingly natural down to the root, he finds a faceof Asian. " she said. "Well if you're gonna be my friend then you're gonna need a name!" "Oh so were friends now?" she asked, a smile plastered on her face that seemed to chase her sadness away. "If you can't remember your name I guess I'll have to pick one for you." I said. I lept to my feet and picked up a twig from the grass. "Julie...no you don't look like a Julie. Sally, no not Sally. I've got it, from this day forth you shall be known as Serena!" I said with a wave of my twig as if it were a. ” Tara’s voice was soft and gentle.I didn’t know what she was apologizing for. Puzzled, I rolled onto my back and looked up at her silhouette.“I shouldn’t have teased you about the wedding dress earlier.”I looked up at her with a frown on my face. Inside my head, all the bits of my brain went still. I was blank – a completely blank piece of paper waiting for Tara to pick up her pencil and start drawing.“You worry about that, don’t you? You worry that you’ll never get married.”My eyes blinked. I.