You flick on your wrist-mounted artifical intelligence unit, TRUDI. As her square, green head is holographically projected mere inches from the back of your hand, you remind yourself that you've got absolutely no idea what the acronym TRUDI actually stands for.

"Good morning, meatbag," TRUDI chirps happily.

You throw her a scornful frown, as though telling off a puppy or a particularly wayward child.

"TRUDI..." you say.

"You're right," she responds remorsefully, "I know it's the afternoon really."

"Listen, I'm sort of edgy about this assignment," you confess, glancing around nervously for no real reason.

"What can I do to stop your organic systems doing something idiotic and causing you undue stress?" she enquires.

If you confess you have no idea who the Kalranthi are, turn to page 31.

If you tell her you think you're the wrong person for this job, turn to page 38.

If you tell her you'd just really like to talk to her about anything at all to distract you, turn to page 79.