My hands were shaking, as I opened the letter. I read it aloud."Dearest Sean,If you are reading this, Susan is with you (don't ask!). Please tell her ...we love you both!Please look at the trunks our friend saved for you. You will notice there is no visible latch, only holes. You must open them by inserting your right index finger into these openings. The trunk with two holes must be opened by both of you. It contains the materials you will need to begin your training.The ones that open for only. “As the beam stopped, everyone looked at Mark, who was still standing with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes and his group asked, “So how’s the Sentinel?”Mark smiled, “The Sentinel is fine. Those guns fire a pretty powerful accelerated particle beam. It burned through the shields in seconds when the ship was stopped, but the shields did last longer when the ship was moving. Fortunately for us though, the beam is ineffective against our construction material.”The Minister looked at Mark, “But. No wonder her already low self-esteem turned into self-disgust, which was the ideal frame of mind to welcome punishment and humiliation. It was a self-propelling wheel, fed by idle hope and certain defeat.And yet, she kept running back to them.Someone other than Angique would have long since given up on the girl. But she hadn't. She kept nudging Alicia on, even if she balked and fled at each new challenging step. Angique had allowed the girl to drag her through deep valleys of despair whenever. Of course, all of the F1 girls were jealous. They were all over me, and they all said they wanted to be just like me. Being so lonely, I started talking with them more and more, since they were the only company I had. I had to adjust to 'girl talk'.Time dragged on. They did some other little changes to me, like some surgery to my face to make it more feminine in appearance. At this point, I really didn't care anymore. I just wanted for it all to end. I would have been glad to die. I just.