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		<title>Where Am I Now?  - latest additions</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2009 20:59:28 -0000</pubDate>
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			<title>Arrival of the First</title>
			<link>http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=015</link>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 12:31:53 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=015&#x22;&#x3E;Arrival of the First&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
[[Percival and Benjamin enter the gates of the garden]]&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
[[Many other robots are visible along the sides of a dirt path that extends into the garden, branching into two just before it crests a hill. One small robot is chasing after a ball]&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
[[A grey-colored robot in a bowler approaches, appearing similar to a crash-test dummy with glasses and a large nose. It is flanked by two large blue-and-red robots. The other robots look to it as it approaches.]]&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
[[The grey robot speaks.]]&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
First: When I heard we had a visitor, I felt I should greet you personally. I am called the First, and I welcome you to this place.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
[[Benjamin watches and listens.]]&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
[[The grey robot continues]]&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
First: As it is your first time here, feel free to look around. Should you decide to stay, you can clearly see that there is no shortage of space.</description>
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[[Percival and Benjamin enter the gates of the garden]]<br \>
<br \>
[[Many other robots are visible along the sides of a dirt path that extends into the garden, branching into two just before it crests a hill. One small robot is chasing after a ball]<br \>
<br \>
[[A grey-colored robot in a bowler approaches, appearing similar to a crash-test dummy with glasses and a large nose. It is flanked by two large blue-and-red robots. The other robots look to it as it approaches.]]<br \>
<br \>
[[The grey robot speaks.]]<br \>
First: When I heard we had a visitor, I felt I should greet you personally. I am called the First, and I welcome you to this place.<br \>
<br \>
[[Benjamin watches and listens.]]<br \>
<br \>
[[The grey robot continues]]<br \>
First: As it is your first time here, feel free to look around. Should you decide to stay, you can clearly see that there is no shortage of space.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Strip 14?</title>
			<link>http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=014</link>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2006 12:31:07 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=014&#x22;&#x3E;Strip 14?&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
[[Overlooking a city of sky-scrapers surrounded by blasted desert, a green garden containing a tall observatory just visible in one corner.]]&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Benjamin: How many people in town?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Percival: A couple hundred. Not really enough to keep the place running, but we keep people busy and in good repair. &#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Benjamin: Just like you.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
[[Benjamin is visible over Percival&#x27;s missing head]]&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Percival: If you are referring to my missing upper extremity, it was purely for show. The parts that matter are in top fighting condition. &#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Benjamin: Right, for all the bobcats.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
[[Kimburu&#x27;s dark-purple, green eye&#x27;d panther head speaks]]&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Kimburu: You&#x27;re not in such good repair yourself. You&#x27;ve been wandering for awhile, haven&#x27;t you?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Benjamin: Perhaps.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
[[Percival, Benjamin, and Kimburu enter through a white arch into a lush green garden, a fountain on the left, a two-story observatory on the right, a forest in the background. People wonder the garden, some running towards the newcomers]]&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Kimburu: Mmm, the silent wanderer. The First will love that. &#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Benjamin: First?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Kimburu: Our oldest member. The first of us to be made. &#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Percival: He&#x27;s not fond of secrecy We tend to be pretty open with information -- like where we come from, how we managed to survive out in the wastes for so long without falling apart...&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Benjamin: I get it.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
{{Thanks, transcriber!}}</description>
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[[Overlooking a city of sky-scrapers surrounded by blasted desert, a green garden containing a tall observatory just visible in one corner.]]<br \>
Benjamin: How many people in town?<br \>
Percival: A couple hundred. Not really enough to keep the place running, but we keep people busy and in good repair. <br \>
Benjamin: Just like you.<br \>
<br \>
[[Benjamin is visible over Percival's missing head]]<br \>
Percival: If you are referring to my missing upper extremity, it was purely for show. The parts that matter are in top fighting condition. <br \>
Benjamin: Right, for all the bobcats.<br \>
<br \>
[[Kimburu's dark-purple, green eye'd panther head speaks]]<br \>
Kimburu: You're not in such good repair yourself. You've been wandering for awhile, haven't you?<br \>
Benjamin: Perhaps.<br \>
<br \>
[[Percival, Benjamin, and Kimburu enter through a white arch into a lush green garden, a fountain on the left, a two-story observatory on the right, a forest in the background. People wonder the garden, some running towards the newcomers]]<br \>
Kimburu: Mmm, the silent wanderer. The First will love that. <br \>
Benjamin: First?<br \>
Kimburu: Our oldest member. The first of us to be made. <br \>
Percival: He's not fond of secrecy We tend to be pretty open with information -- like where we come from, how we managed to survive out in the wastes for so long without falling apart...<br \>
Benjamin: I get it.<br \>
<br \>
{{Thanks, transcriber!}}]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Strip 37</title>
			<link>http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=037</link>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2006 01:52:29 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=037&#x22;&#x3E;Strip 37&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Kim Percy&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
[[Percy emerges through a door marked SANI.  The panther&#x27;s shadow is visible on a tunnel wall.]]&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
[[The panther&#x27;s head turns.  A ginger kitten is riding on the panther&#x27;s head.]]&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
panther: ... Percy?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Percy: !! What the -- ... oh.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
panther: Nice... er... head.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Percy: Thanks.  Nice... offspring.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
[[Awkward silence.]]&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Percy, panther (simultaneously): I just had to-  -do something.</description>
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Kim Percy<br \>
<br \>
[[Percy emerges through a door marked SANI.  The panther's shadow is visible on a tunnel wall.]]<br \>
<br \>
[[The panther's head turns.  A ginger kitten is riding on the panther's head.]]<br \>
<br \>
panther: ... Percy?<br \>
Percy: !! What the -- ... oh.<br \>
<br \>
panther: Nice... er... head.<br \>
Percy: Thanks.  Nice... offspring.<br \>
<br \>
[[Awkward silence.]]<br \>
<br \>
Percy, panther (simultaneously): I just had to-  -do something.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>031</title>
			<link>http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=0031</link>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2006 01:52:20 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=0031&#x22;&#x3E;031&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Sarah Lisa Mike Isaac&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
That was a good one! I think that&#x27;s a new record for you!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Me next!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
What are you guys doing?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Being superheroes!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
We&#x27;re learning how to fly!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Like a bird?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
No, like a superhero! We don&#x27;t have feathers.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
And we don&#x27;t have wings.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
We&#x27;d be terrible birds.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
But I can see in the dark!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
And I can bend steel bars!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
We&#x27;re already superheroes, and superheroes can fly!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Uh, good luck then.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Thanks!&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Guys, look! This&#x27;ll beat the record!</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=0031">031</a><br>
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Sarah Lisa Mike Isaac<br \>
<br \>
That was a good one! I think that's a new record for you!<br \>
Me next!<br \>
<br \>
What are you guys doing?<br \>
<br \>
Being superheroes!<br \>
We're learning how to fly!<br \>
Like a bird?<br \>
<br \>
No, like a superhero! We don't have feathers.<br \>
And we don't have wings.<br \>
We'd be terrible birds.<br \>
<br \>
But I can see in the dark!<br \>
And I can bend steel bars!<br \>
We're already superheroes, and superheroes can fly!<br \>
<br \>
Uh, good luck then.<br \>
Thanks!<br \>
Guys, look! This'll beat the record!]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Where Am I Now?</title>
			<link>http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=0033</link>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2005 02:18:29 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=0033&#x22;&#x3E;Where Am I Now?&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Interviewer: So building a robot is just making something that could contain a soul?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Reverend: Exactly.  A divine soul is a precious thing.  It needs something special to hold it, something as wondrous and complicated as a human body, or an intricate artificial mind.  God&#x27;s not going to send a soul to live in a coffee cup, but if a vessel made by man is built well enough, why shouldn&#x27;t it have the opportunity to be alive?  And if God has graced it with life, how can we not welcome it as a brother?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Interviewer: What about death?  A robot could keep working for hundreds of years.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Reverend: It makes no difference.  Everything dies at some time or another, and returns to the Lord.  A few more years means nothing to the Almighty.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Interviewer: But killing a robot is a very different matter than a human.  A man will die without his heart, but a robot&#x27;s brain will be perfectly preserved, even if it&#x27;s off for years.  Is the robot&#x27;s soul still intact when it&#x27;s not running?&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Reverend: You&#x27;re still alive when you sleep, aren&#x27;t you?  Or even when you&#x27;re knocked cold?  A soul isn&#x27;t affected by such things.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Reverend:  I would only truly consider a robot to be dead when its head, its brain was destroyed.  The housing for the soul would be lost, and it would have departed from this world.</description>
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Interviewer: So building a robot is just making something that could contain a soul?<br \>
Reverend: Exactly.  A divine soul is a precious thing.  It needs something special to hold it, something as wondrous and complicated as a human body, or an intricate artificial mind.  God's not going to send a soul to live in a coffee cup, but if a vessel made by man is built well enough, why shouldn't it have the opportunity to be alive?  And if God has graced it with life, how can we not welcome it as a brother?<br \>
Interviewer: What about death?  A robot could keep working for hundreds of years.<br \>
<br \>
Reverend: It makes no difference.  Everything dies at some time or another, and returns to the Lord.  A few more years means nothing to the Almighty.<br \>
Interviewer: But killing a robot is a very different matter than a human.  A man will die without his heart, but a robot's brain will be perfectly preserved, even if it's off for years.  Is the robot's soul still intact when it's not running?<br \>
Reverend: You're still alive when you sleep, aren't you?  Or even when you're knocked cold?  A soul isn't affected by such things.<br \>
<br \>
Reverend:  I would only truly consider a robot to be dead when its head, its brain was destroyed.  The housing for the soul would be lost, and it would have departed from this world.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Candy for Killbot</title>
			<link>http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=021</link>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2005 01:28:09 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=021&#x22;&#x3E;Candy for Killbot&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Four iterations of Killbot, a zombie-like killing robot are seen.  A center caption reads &#x22;Candy for Killbot&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Killbot in a cowboy costume&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Killbot uncostumed&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Killbot dressed as a pirate, with parrot on his arm&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Killbot as a ghost with trick or treating bucket</description>
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Four iterations of Killbot, a zombie-like killing robot are seen.  A center caption reads "Candy for Killbot"<br \>
<br \>
Killbot in a cowboy costume<br \>
<br \>
Killbot uncostumed<br \>
<br \>
Killbot dressed as a pirate, with parrot on his arm<br \>
<br \>
Killbot as a ghost with trick or treating bucket]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Strip 13</title>
			<link>http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=013</link>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 16 Nov 2005 16:45:58 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=013&#x22;&#x3E;Strip 13&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x22;You have children here?&#x22;  Ben puts the wrench away.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x22;I would nod.&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x22;Real children, or robot-&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x22;Real, robot children.  Want to hear the story of how we found them?&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x22;No.&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Ben follows Percy out of the tunnel.  Kim follows behind him.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x22;So are you going to let me in?  You&#x27;re obviously guarding this place, although I&#x27;m not sure from what.&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x22;Not much, honestly.  We just do it to feel useful.  There&#x27;s the occasional rabid bobcat that I&#x27;d rather not have in town, but that&#x27;s about all.&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x22;Grr.  Argh.  Drool.&#x22;</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=013">Strip 13</a><br>
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"You have children here?"  Ben puts the wrench away.<br \>
"I would nod."<br \>
"Real children, or robot-"<br \>
"Real, robot children.  Want to hear the story of how we found them?"<br \>
"No."<br \>
<br \>
Ben follows Percy out of the tunnel.  Kim follows behind him.<br \>
"So are you going to let me in?  You're obviously guarding this place, although I'm not sure from what."<br \>
<br \>
"Not much, honestly.  We just do it to feel useful.  There's the occasional rabid bobcat that I'd rather not have in town, but that's about all."<br \>
"Grr.  Argh.  Drool."]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Strip 12</title>
			<link>http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=012</link>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2005 22:29:39 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=012&#x22;&#x3E;Strip 12&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x22;Filthy claws, gleaming eyes, they came by the thousands.&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
A cloud of bats carries a cage containing a black head-like silhouette.  Percy flails at the cloud of bats before him.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x22;Intent on their prize, they snatched my head away to the stony peaks of their mountain palace.&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
A grinning moon watches the cloud of bats fly over mountains toward a crenellated castle that squats on the peak of a mountain.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x22;Over time it gained their trust, and now rules them from a throne of purest carnelian.&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
A shadowy image of Percy&#x27;s head on a reddish throne.  Outside the window countless bats flap against the glass.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Ben pauses to hear the story.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x22;That&#x27;s absolutely ridiculous.&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x22;Well, works better with the kids...&#x22;</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=012">Strip 12</a><br>
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"Filthy claws, gleaming eyes, they came by the thousands."<br \>
A cloud of bats carries a cage containing a black head-like silhouette.  Percy flails at the cloud of bats before him.<br \>
<br \>
"Intent on their prize, they snatched my head away to the stony peaks of their mountain palace."<br \>
A grinning moon watches the cloud of bats fly over mountains toward a crenellated castle that squats on the peak of a mountain.<br \>
<br \>
"Over time it gained their trust, and now rules them from a throne of purest carnelian."<br \>
A shadowy image of Percy's head on a reddish throne.  Outside the window countless bats flap against the glass.<br \>
<br \>
Ben pauses to hear the story.<br \>
<br \>
"That's absolutely ridiculous."<br \>
<br \>
"Well, works better with the kids..."]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Strip 11</title>
			<link>http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=011</link>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2005 22:29:26 -0000</pubDate>
			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=011&#x22;&#x3E;Strip 11&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
&#x3C;br&#x3E;
Percy gestures to the buildings outside.  Ben stares at him.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Percy drops his arm to his side and turns to Ben.  Ben stares at him.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Close view of Percy&#x27;s shoulders and where his head should be.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Ben looks shy.  &#x22;So, um... What happened to your--&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x22;BATS!  Filthy claws, gleaming eyes, they came by the THOUSANDS!&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Percy strikes a dramatic pose.</description>
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Percy gestures to the buildings outside.  Ben stares at him.<br \>
Percy drops his arm to his side and turns to Ben.  Ben stares at him.<br \>
<br \>
Close view of Percy's shoulders and where his head should be.<br \>
<br \>
Ben looks shy.  "So, um... What happened to your--"<br \>
<br \>
"BATS!  Filthy claws, gleaming eyes, they came by the THOUSANDS!"<br \>
Percy strikes a dramatic pose.]]></content:encoded>
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			<title>Strip 10</title>
			<link>http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=010</link>
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			<description>&#x3C;a href=&#x22;http://whereaminow.org/strip.php?num=010&#x22;&#x3E;Strip 10&#x3C;/a&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;
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The cat, Kim, enters the tunnel.  &#x22;I haven&#x27;t had anything worth sneaking up on in years.  Did you have to tell him?&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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&#x22;If he does try something, he&#x27;ll have to deal with two of us, not just one.&#x22;  Percy lets go of Ben&#x27;s hand.&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
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&#x22;Wonderful.  Does he have a name?&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x22;Benjamin.&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
&#x22;I am Perceval, and this is Kimburu.  Welcome to our city, such as it is.&#x22;&#x3C;br \&#x3E;
Percy gestures to a hole in the tunnel that reveals the buildings of the city outside.</description>
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The cat, Kim, enters the tunnel.  "I haven't had anything worth sneaking up on in years.  Did you have to tell him?"<br \>
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"If he does try something, he'll have to deal with two of us, not just one."  Percy lets go of Ben's hand.<br \>
<br \>
"Wonderful.  Does he have a name?"<br \>
"Benjamin."<br \>
"I am Perceval, and this is Kimburu.  Welcome to our city, such as it is."<br \>
Percy gestures to a hole in the tunnel that reveals the buildings of the city outside.]]></content:encoded>
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