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Rita's hand, as well adapted perfectly to Mikes "needs" as the rest of her, then removed the lid and put it aside. Then Rita stared at the contents of the box, until Mike asked what was in this cursed box. Wordlessly, she reached in with both hands and carefully fostered a metal ball of estimated (drugged) twenty centimeters in diameter to the light. Flashy were only the many-colored circles that were apparently randomly distributed on the surface.

Piet, who had paid all his undiverted energy in attention, fell with a piteous sigh back to its perfected indifference, because he was disappointed. Even Mike had hoped for something more spectacular. And his hope was not disappointed.