“If I dream, I dream BIG. Security gets me nothing but rust and sloth and a dying spirit. I’m not going to die that way. If I die, I die perfectly in my way. If I live, I shall live handsomely and be a dandy. Defi nitely not embroidery for me. That’s slow death.”
Mei breathed in great bewilderment. She threw one handful of water after another to her face, and found herself totally doomed and gloomed. It seemed to her that he himself was an enigmatic computer rather than a person she knew. Could it be possible that his brain was manipulated or damaged? Mei wondered while he went on talking Big.
