Perhaps from a lack of social
self-esteem, Alexander never said much, but he spoke with me,
and I enjoyed his company.
The following day, Rama invited me and Alexander to ride in his group.
It was at a rest area in southwestern Utah that Rama approached me
and said, "You had better stop vibing Laura. I am fucking her."
A UCSD recruit in her early twenties, Laura had large, dark eyes
and ample social self-esteem. She spoke so fast that she often
slurred her words. She was currently riding with Rama.
"Sorry, Rama," I said, startled by his raw honesty.
We pushed on to Denver and then to Boulder, where we stayed
in a motel near the university. We assessed the city in terms
of jobs, housing, computer courses, and mystical power spots.
Two or three days later, Rama asked us to *see* if we should stay
or move on to Boston. He seemed pleased that we voted to stay.
Boulder, after all, was commuting distance to computer jobs in Denver;
it had a respectable university; it was beautiful in the winter and cute
the year round; it felt at least a mile high until several days later,
when Rama accused us of destroying it with our powerful Negative
Energy Field.
"Pack your things," he ordered, and we cut a path south toward
Albuquerque along the Rockies' edge.
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