He drones on in a patronizing lecture mode, then asks some preschool question for anyone who's listening. Does anyone know what 'DNA' stands for?'Īnd this is how your last class of the year goes. 'I'm here today to talk to you about DNA. 'Good afternoon, students,' the plain-looking man says with a slight chuckle. Marmago.' You can't believe it-in a High School, your teacher is still treating you like first-graders! 'Now, class,' your biology teacher drones as he stands in front of the faded picture of a frog's insides, 'I want you all to give a warm Franklinville welcome to Dr. I'd better leave before I say anything else.' 'Well', he answers in the style of a lecturing professor, 'you know, we are developing a prototype for a machine that.' He stops himself barely in time. 'You know, Dad', you grimace, 'if you keep telling me these things, they're going to have to wipe my memory.' You shrug. Hex, and that is the least of my worries. 'Now son', he tells you, trying to look stern and barely making determined, 'I don't want any parties thrown while your mother and I are away. Your dad is getting ready to leave for another nine months himself, leaving you with the house and a car, all by yourself. She's a doctor, and the only reason she didn't hear the news is because she's on a 6-month trip to third-world countries to give free medical service to anyone that needs it. It's good that your mom didn't get involved. You had to vow not to tell anyone what you heard. Your dad made the mistake of telling you that he works with a secret government agency, not the Navy, as he told everyone else.

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