For the moment they'd call it a tropical depression, but if it kept growing in size and power, it would change to a tropical storm. This one would be such a storm, the meteorologist thought. When you got down to it, the reason they gave the storms names was that it was unseemly for hundreds or thousands of human lives to be ended by a number. Or, the chief scientist thought, that's how they would look if they didn't kill so many people. How lovely they appeared on the satellite photographs, like some kind of modern art, feathery pin wheels of gossamer cloud. It wasn't the earliest that such a storm had begun, but conditions were unusually good this year for their formation. It was becoming an organized storm, using its circular motion to increase its own coherence and power as though it knew that such activity would give it life. The clouds had begun their counterclockwise orbit around a single point in space. The chief scientist manipulated his computer controls to fast-forward the satellite photos, rewind, and fast-forward again. The people at the National Hurricane Center still didn't understand why it happened - or why, given the circumstances, it happened so seldom - but it was happening now. When some critical mass of heat and rain and cloud was reached, the storm began to organize itself. The clouds reached down into the warm surface water, drawing additional heat upward into the air to add that energy to what the clouds already contained. Very hot, dry air had spilled off the West African desert in what was already a near-record summer and, driven by the easterly trade winds, combined with moist ocean air to form towering thunderheads, hundreds of them that had begun to merge. The photos were downlinked to anyone with the right equipment, and already ships were altering course to get clear of it. The satellite cameras had been watching for some days now, scanning the storm on several different light frequencies. It had happened with unaccustomed rapidity, one hundred miles from the Cape Verde Islands. We must try to stay alive in the hope that such a day will come. People can only be saved from the coming dark age of subjugation and servitude if they, too, come to understand and care about the value of their own lives, their freedom, and are willing to act in their own interest. I must be selfish life is far too precious to be casually squandered on useless causes. The same thing, over and over again: Nisi Nirvana, Nisi Nirvana. She caught his embarrassment off him, a flushing sickness that left them avoiding each other's eyes.

When she finally came up the stairs and entered behind him he felt like a thief interrupted in the act of stealing. Jo-Beth's bedroom! He'd not dared hope he'd be standing there, among these marshmallow colors, looking at the place where she slept and at the towel she used for showering and at her underwear. Sharpe felt a burst of hope that perhaps he would not be doomed to a Quartermaster's drudgery again, but could stay and fight.I want to stay, sir. I tried not to think of the day when they had brought his body back to London. I tried to banish all thoughts of Joshua.

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