A little research and a lot of planning.
I went through my memory and made a list of everyone I knew had become a controller. Then I followed everyone I thought had become a controller. It was the work of several weeks, because I had to follow each suspect for three days to see if they were controllers.
The final count was 24 children and no adults. The children had no connections at all. Some of them knew each other and some didn't. 11 girls and 13 boys.
I almost gave up trying to find the reason they were controllers, but then I had an inspiration. I mapped out the Center and marked each of the beds where the new controllers slept. A pattern! They took the boy/girl in the bottom bunk in every other room.
If you expected my life to be full of morphing and battling, think again. I morphed very rarely. Most of the time, I did the detective work, such as mapping the bunks of controllers.
That night, when everyone else was sleeping peacefully, I went into the second grade classroom that they have here at the Center.
"Ok, Lucky, time for your vacation."
Sometimes I found it useful to morph our resident hamster, Lucky. Just in case I was caught, I always hid the real Lucky. If someone found me, they'd think Lucky had escaped from his cage. They'd put me in the cage, I'd go out through the secret trap door I had installed in the cage (Lucky doesn't know about this trapdoor yet) and morph back. I'd put Lucky in his cage and sneak off to bed. Easy.
I quietly opened the cage and picked up Lucky. He was barely an inch long. I put him in the plastic container I always had at ready, hid him, and opened the lid so someone would think they had just forgotten to close the lid. If they found me at all. I had only been found once in hamster morph.
I stood in front of a mirror and started to morph. First My ears grew tall and pointed. They slid up to the top of my head. Meanwhile I was shrinking. My hair turned gray, and shortened.
"I must be getting older. Not only is my hair turning gray, but I'm going bald!" I quietly joked as my hair became very, very short fur.
Then my whole body turned pink. My skin was the pink of uncooked chicken. Then I sprouted fur over the rest of my body. My knees reversed direction, and my nose sprouted out from my face. I grew whiskers. Glancing in the mirror, I realized that my eyes had stayed the same size throughout the morph.
"GuuhhRoss!" I squealed. Actually, it came out more like:
"eee eee ee e ee e"
I finished the morph, and I was blinded. But who needed eyes? I could smell and hear.
I scrambled under the door. I was scared. And blind! I was scared and blind and there were predators, and no food or water, and I was not in my home and I couldn't go back and there were predators and…
Snap out of it! I told myself. The instincts of the hamster were mostly fear and worry. It wasn't intelligent, but somehow it's mind took over my intelligence, causing it to worry about what the hamster was afraid of.
Room 157, room 159, Aha! Room 161!
I crept under the door, and hid under a shirt that was lying on the floor. I tried to focus my hamster eyes on the bottom bunk. That's where the new controllers slept. The Yeerks hadn't done anything to her in the day, so I figured they must do something at night.
I heard a noise.
OH NO! THE DOOR IS OPEN AND A PREDATOR IS COMING AND I'M IN DANGER AND I'M HUNGRY AND SCARED AND THE PREDATOR WILL EAT ME AND IT'S COMING AND THE DOOR IS OPEN AND I CAN'T DIG A HIDING PLACE AND .
STOP! I told myself. It's just the door. This is what I'm here for. Three kids crept in, and one adult. The adult gave a gesture to the others. He then grabbed the sleeping child's arms, while two of the kids held her legs. She woke up, kicking and screaming, for she didn't know what was going on. My sensitive ears heard a sound like a jar being opened. I tried to look up, straining my neck. Then I stood on my hind legs, and I could see better. The fourth controller kid was holding something. She held it against the girl's head for a moment, then took out a Dracon Beam weapon. She shot the girl with it, then they all ran away. I demorphed quietly, and looked at the girl. She was still alive, but the controllers had stunned her with the Dracon Beam (Dracon beams have different power settings, from stun to disintegrate) . I checked her name.
Rebecca Stevenson.
Well, Becca, we'll see about you.
We'll see.
I went through my memory and made a list of everyone I knew had become a controller. Then I followed everyone I thought had become a controller. It was the work of several weeks, because I had to follow each suspect for three days to see if they were controllers.
The final count was 24 children and no adults. The children had no connections at all. Some of them knew each other and some didn't. 11 girls and 13 boys.
I almost gave up trying to find the reason they were controllers, but then I had an inspiration. I mapped out the Center and marked each of the beds where the new controllers slept. A pattern! They took the boy/girl in the bottom bunk in every other room.
If you expected my life to be full of morphing and battling, think again. I morphed very rarely. Most of the time, I did the detective work, such as mapping the bunks of controllers.
That night, when everyone else was sleeping peacefully, I went into the second grade classroom that they have here at the Center.
"Ok, Lucky, time for your vacation."
Sometimes I found it useful to morph our resident hamster, Lucky. Just in case I was caught, I always hid the real Lucky. If someone found me, they'd think Lucky had escaped from his cage. They'd put me in the cage, I'd go out through the secret trap door I had installed in the cage (Lucky doesn't know about this trapdoor yet) and morph back. I'd put Lucky in his cage and sneak off to bed. Easy.
I quietly opened the cage and picked up Lucky. He was barely an inch long. I put him in the plastic container I always had at ready, hid him, and opened the lid so someone would think they had just forgotten to close the lid. If they found me at all. I had only been found once in hamster morph.
I stood in front of a mirror and started to morph. First My ears grew tall and pointed. They slid up to the top of my head. Meanwhile I was shrinking. My hair turned gray, and shortened.
"I must be getting older. Not only is my hair turning gray, but I'm going bald!" I quietly joked as my hair became very, very short fur.
Then my whole body turned pink. My skin was the pink of uncooked chicken. Then I sprouted fur over the rest of my body. My knees reversed direction, and my nose sprouted out from my face. I grew whiskers. Glancing in the mirror, I realized that my eyes had stayed the same size throughout the morph.
"GuuhhRoss!" I squealed. Actually, it came out more like:
"eee eee ee e ee e"
I finished the morph, and I was blinded. But who needed eyes? I could smell and hear.
I scrambled under the door. I was scared. And blind! I was scared and blind and there were predators, and no food or water, and I was not in my home and I couldn't go back and there were predators and…
Snap out of it! I told myself. The instincts of the hamster were mostly fear and worry. It wasn't intelligent, but somehow it's mind took over my intelligence, causing it to worry about what the hamster was afraid of.
Room 157, room 159, Aha! Room 161!
I crept under the door, and hid under a shirt that was lying on the floor. I tried to focus my hamster eyes on the bottom bunk. That's where the new controllers slept. The Yeerks hadn't done anything to her in the day, so I figured they must do something at night.
I heard a noise.
OH NO! THE DOOR IS OPEN AND A PREDATOR IS COMING AND I'M IN DANGER AND I'M HUNGRY AND SCARED AND THE PREDATOR WILL EAT ME AND IT'S COMING AND THE DOOR IS OPEN AND I CAN'T DIG A HIDING PLACE AND .
STOP! I told myself. It's just the door. This is what I'm here for. Three kids crept in, and one adult. The adult gave a gesture to the others. He then grabbed the sleeping child's arms, while two of the kids held her legs. She woke up, kicking and screaming, for she didn't know what was going on. My sensitive ears heard a sound like a jar being opened. I tried to look up, straining my neck. Then I stood on my hind legs, and I could see better. The fourth controller kid was holding something. She held it against the girl's head for a moment, then took out a Dracon Beam weapon. She shot the girl with it, then they all ran away. I demorphed quietly, and looked at the girl. She was still alive, but the controllers had stunned her with the Dracon Beam (Dracon beams have different power settings, from stun to disintegrate) . I checked her name.
Rebecca Stevenson.
Well, Becca, we'll see about you.
We'll see.