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[Nine appears, takes a quick glance around, then disappears - and returns a minute later with the chair from the console room and a large book]

No one told me about that.

About what? Reading? Chairs?

I do live in Africa.

When?

Early 1200s. Reading hasn't been invented yet.

Not for hyenas, at least.

Am I being discriminated against?

[grins] Trying to make this place a bit more comfortable?

Ah, that's a strange chair.

What're you reading?

I hope you weren't aiming for solitude.

Not by me! Blame the people who haven't written books for you.

And get a bit of peace and quiet in the process? You caught me.

Not that I expect much quiet.

It's an antique.

Nope! Just a lesser degree of obnoxious.

Not that your presence doesn't instantly foil that plan.

I'll have to eat them. Then read their books.

[he holds it up so the title is visible - it's a collection of Michael Crichton]

Oh, brilliant. Is it any good?

What if they aren't good books? Then you'll have eaten them for nothing.

It's fantastic! Completely unrealistic of course, but the man can write.

I think I read something by him, once, a while ago. Can't remember, though. Did he write something 'bout time travel?

Nah, I'd have saved energy. People are easier to catch than zebra.

There are two of me here. Not one of your brightest plans, but up to par.

Yup, several. Timeline's the most obvious. They made a movie out of it, back in your day.

I was hoping you'd stay in your respective realities.

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