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THE ONLY WAY OUT IS AWAKE. Omni Systems, the world’s largest tech company, has discovered a way to combine lucid dreaming with the experience of RPG and virtual communities. They select five young adults from across the globe to take part in the trial run of the revolutionary technology, SKYE. A backpacker, a pro gamer, a veterinary student, a fitness motivator, and a brittle bone disease survivor; these five individuals must learn to harness their imaginations and innate mana, which take the

ou're saying, Jason?" asked his father sharply as he brought the little oil lamp from the sitting room into the kitchen. Mrs. Wilkins followed. This was a detestable job, the sorting of the donation debris, and was best gotten through with, at once. Jason, shading the candle light from his eyes, with one slender hand, looked at his father belligerently."I was saying," he said, "that it was too bad you don't have to wear some of the old rags sometimes, then you'd know how

d, offering his earphones to Dr. Shalt, who grabbed for them hurriedly. The scientist raised the cups to his ear and waited. The room fell into deeper silence."Yes, yes, it's the voice! Turn up the resonator to full volume! We've got it! The voice is completing the circuit!" Dr. Shalt said tensely. The technician turned another dial as far as it would go. The sound of the static rose to a roar. Then abruptly the static broke, died out and a strange new sound came in. It was Spud!

to do, but it took more guts that he had to jump off a bridge, so he went on the Road instead.After he got over his shakes--and he sure had 'em bad--he decided that, if he never took another drink, it'd be the best thing for him. So he didn't. He had a kind of dignity, though, and he could really talk, so he and I teamed up during the wheat harvest in South Dakota. We made all the stops and, when we hit the peaches in California we picked up Sacks and Dirty Pete. Sacks got his monicker because

I said, "Fine, go ahead. About your resignations--"Mel said something indistinguishable--I'd caught him on a bite of steak. Hazel, belligerent, demanded: "Are you asking us to resign?" Apparently I wasn't. So they stuck, and another crisis was met. Unfortunately, by then, I'd forgotten the shock and warning I got from the cat. * * * * * Things moved swiftly, more easily. The GG took over, becoming, in effect, my staff. They'd become more: five different extensions of me,

ned.Number Four changed by the addition of an extra latrine for the second floor. Females on the first, juvenile delinquents on the second. Bennington had learned to move like a ghost, move quietly or die, on the almost forgotten battlefields of a police action in Korea. He had had a post-graduate course in the South-East Asian jungles. On the Chilean desert he had added to his skills. He moved now as he had then. But there was little reason for caution. The guards were too busy collecting