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There was knocking at his bedroom door. He could tell by the perfectly timed raps, all delivered with the same force, it was the Mentat. He marveled at the Mentat’s rigid and precise behavior although it could be annoying at times. To Conway, he seemed more like a robot than a living, breathing being.
“Prefect, are you awake?”
“Honey Nuts, when are you going to get rid of that thing. He creeps me out.”
Conway rolled into a sitting position and hung his legs over the edge of the bed. He looked for something to cover his nude body. The fog of sleep was slowly evaporating and as his mind cleared, he thought about Beth’s cutesy nickname. He asked her numerous times why she called him Honey Nuts. No badgering, gifts or promises could get her to reveal the reason. He finally gave up tryin
