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The Light - Twenty said, “it’s like they approve it. I don’t know what that means. They were pleased with us for some reason.” “What did you say this area looks like?” Barbara asked. “It’s an auditorium,” he repeated. “There’s a bunch of people there, and a lot of animals. I don’t know what some of these things are. I see some tall, hairy creatures like a Bigfoot, and some horrible things that look like they’re half-human, half-ant or half-cockroach. Those praying-mantis type things are big and have some almost human features. Strange red- dish-brown, worm-like creatures, and some furry brown fat ones, even some that look like a mix of human and monkey. And all of them have their eyes on us.” The blond man began to address the audience, talking about future generations. On a screen behind them, images flashed show- ing the ‘before’ and the ‘after’ products of the procedure Teddy had endured. “See,” the man said proudly, “these are just like the original children.” He explained to the audience that these children were the begin- nings of products of future generations on earth. Ted’s chest began heaving again, and his agitation increased. “What is coming into your mind now?” Barbara asked. ‘The things he’s saying, something about our creation,” Ted managed to speak. “Oooh!” he suddenly wailed, in long, mournful cries of fear and anger. Barbara tried to calm him again, but he was too frightened to listen. “T saw that locker door again!” he cried in anguish, shak- ing uncontrollably. “It’s okay, don’t be afraid now,” Barbara encouraged soothingly, while Ted gripped at the couch and fought against the spasms wracking his body. “I know what’s in there,” he whispered, trembling. “I know what’s in there. And that’s what I don’t like. There’s another one of me in there. Oh! Oh! I don’t want to do it any more! I want to stop!” His eyes flew open and he stared around in panic. No Masquerade of Angels 204 The Light - Twenty matter how much he wanted to block the memories, they kept coming. “They put me in there and took it out,” he whimpered, “they changed it. There’s another one of me in there.” Tears streamed down his face, and the spasms gradually ebbed away. “Tt’s fine, it’s okay,” Barbara repeated. “You let that out, you’re fine now. You’ll feel better now that you’ ve faced it.” “T wasn’t produced in my mother,” Ted said, crying again. “I know. I saw it. There’s more than one of me, looks just like me.” “Did they all have your kindness and your generous spirit?” Barbara asked. “Did they have your kind of soul?” “T don’t know, I don’t know,” Ted cried out, suddenly loud and even more terrified. “I want to get up!” Masquerade of Angels 205