Subject: Re: TMR+1 Episode 2 "HERE COME AYEKA AND SASAMI (2/?)

Nobuyuki hurriedly unwrapped a brand new super8 tape and
slipped it into his video camera. He quietly hurried outside and crept
around to the back window. With a stealth that would've made even his
father-in-law proud, though not neccessarily of his actions, he placed
the ladder against the wall under Tenchi's window and climbed it
quietly.

"I know it is my duty to respect his privacy. But it's also my duty to
record my son's development in sex. I mean life." He corrected himself.
"Oh my dear wife in Heaven. You would be so proud of how your son has
grown."

***

"...and someday, far away, maybe I'll find my love." Sasami finished
singing as she stepped out of the shower. She dried herself off and put
on clean clothing. The ship was going into orbit around an inhabited
planet and if her half-brother, Yosho, was there, she wanted to be fresh
and pretty when they saw each other again. That done, she went into the
kitchen, selected a snack from the refrigerator, and shared it with her
furry companion.


***

"Wha...aaah!" Nobuyuki screamed in confusion as he fell off the ladder.
"H.. honey? Is that you?" He'd seen many manga and anime with Tenchi. In
one, a movie called "Roujin Z", the long-departed wife of an old man
took possession of a souped-up hospital bed and was determined to take
the old man to the beach. Had Achika come back as a possessed machine,
too? Was it his turn to 'go to the beach'?

***
On the bridge of the Ryu-Oh, Ayeka stood proudly.

"Ryoko! Ryoko, come out! I know that you're in there. You can't escape
me!"

She paused. "Are you sure this is on?" She asked.

"Yes, ma'am." Kamidake told her.

"Then what is she doing?" Ayeka asked, exasperated. "Oh, never mind."
She quickly amended. "I want you to fire a warning shot nearby."

"I thought we were to refrain from firing." Azaka pointed out.

"That's an order." Ayeka pointed out.

***
"...one-ninety-eight, one-ninety-nine, two-hundred." The Protector sat
there, catching his breath. "This used to be so easy."

"You haven't exercised in centuries." The computer pointed out.

"Don't coddle me." The Protector snapped, baring his sharp teeth
slightly.

"I was merely pointing out that your muscles have undergone the normal
deterioration associated with long-term cryogenic sleep."  The computer
pouted.

"So in other words, I've got to start over again?" The Protector sighed.

"Just don't overextend yourself." The computer replied, trying to be
helpful.

"Now there's a suggestion I never would've come up with myself." The
Protector's voice sounded sarcastic. "Thank the kami we have machines."

"I might point out," The computer argued, "that without the machine in
your head, you'd still be on page 3 of that Japanese dictionary."

"Okay, okay." The Protector sighed. "So,  what's next?"

"Go to bed." The computer replied.

The Protector checked the chronometer. It was, indeed, rather late. He
went into the bedroom area and lied down on the futon. On his homeworld,
though he didn't know this, he would've slept hanging from a sleeping
bar. But, the one who had raised him, had raised him to sleep in
standard fashion and at this point he was quite used to it. So used to 
it, in fact, that within moments of his head hitting the pillow, he was 
fast asleep.