Make a permanent booking for twelve at the hotel for both Saturdays and tell the people going about it, even those from Sydney will have that availabl...e on the Friday and Saturday so they can make a weekend outing of it.”“Will do, Matt. What about the other Saturday, what’s happening?”“Dyer Services can use it for staff, family, friends, and clients. I figure you and Paul can organise the first of the Dyer nights to be a weekend ’away’ for both of you, your staff, plus Shorty and his wife. That. You meant every word of that very revealing sentence. I can see it in your eyes. I’m your mother and I know you too well. So tell me something, what is it that makes you want to sleep with your old mother. You haven’t wanted to sleep with me in a long time. I think the last time was during a thunder storm when you were 10 years old.”Mom kept her eye on me and waited for my answer. I was the stunned one now. I had to come up with an answer and try to get out of this pickle. My brain was turning. ”“Wasn’t an Imperial citizen, Cass. That’s all I can tell you.”“Ah, I see. Well, carry on with your work. I’ll come get you if anyone here needs attention,” she replied with a smile.The place was pretty untidy, I figured they’d had a busy night. But, my earlier hard work had paid off in making it easier to keep on top of the work. Still, I was busy enough until Cass called me through to the treatment room where an angry looking Trellio waited, holding a weird looking gun to a terrified Hiqua’s. 5 million. That megabyte was what they called core memory, but not because it was at the core of the machine. No, core memory was memory that stored the ones and zeroes on what looked like steel washers, or cores. One megabyte equaled eight megabits, which meant that they had bought gigantic boxes holding eight million washers tied together in racks by wiring. If you wanted one of the bits to be a 0 or 1, you energized the wires and flipped the magnetic direction of a washer. This was some.