"But I am unfair?" he countered.

"No, but going by most available human logic, you should be." Rhythm stressed the word human.

"Are you saying that I'm not human now?" he raised his eyebrow curiously.

"no, in fact, my statement suggests more that I am not.."

"So your life?" he asked confused.

"Maybe," she said. "But in fact, it's my logic that isn't human. I link a lot of things together that many wouldn't. And I know they make perfect sense."

"I'm confused."

"Sorry," Rhythm said. "That seems to be a habit of mine. I seem to confuse most people."

"you've given me slight confusion not any major damage to my mind which I'm afraid isn't that vauable to begin with."

"Still," she said. "I'm afraid I can't explain any more clearly. I explain using my logic, which is one of the reasons I would fail miserably as a teacher."

"Oh you mean like this?" he siad pulling out a chalk board out of thin air and putting rhythm in a desk. With a ruler he put down the formul for cold fusion and more resourceful forms of energy. "Now do you see why pickles and kitties are the ruling factors in these equations?"

"Of course," she replied. "And thinking of that, I have to make a phone call."

Abruptly the desk and the chalk board along with the ruler and equation were gone and maikeru was sitting next to rhythm on the bench. "Feel free." he told her to her earlier comment.

She picked up her phone and dialed. "Hello. Yeah, I dialed reverse. Could you send unit one to where two is? Ok, bye. And please hurry up." She looked back at M. "Sorry, I am having trouble getting things shipped from place to place recently."

"Try UPS." he inquired.