(Cut to: South Park Elementary Interior, 4th Grade Hallway. Several students are either at their lockers or walking down the corridor to their next class. Quincy is walking with Cartman, Kyle, and Kenny down the hall. Cartman appears to be in the middle of telling a joke.)

Cartman: So then, that's when I said "You put the flash drive in the wrong hole." (Kyle, Kenny, and Quincy laugh)

Quincy: That is quite a clever joke, Eric. I don't understand why it is that so many people seem to avoid you; anyone with a sense of humor like yours should theoretically be extremely popular in their age group.

Kyle (glaring slightly at Cartman): Try hanging out with Cartman for as long as Kenny, Stan, and I have, Quincy. Then you'll understand why he isn't that popular.

Quincy (looking around the hallway in various directions): Say, where is your friend Stan? (Stan then appears from the side) Oh, there he is.

Stan: Hey, guys. What's going on? (The others notice that he appears to be in a very bright mood).

Kyle: Nothin' much; we're just talking with Quincy. Why do you look so happy, Stan?

Stan (smiling dreamily): I got a date with Wendy after school.

Kyle: Oh, that's nice. (They all stop walking)

Cartman: Wait, right after school?

Stan (still smiling): That's correct.

Cartman: Dude, we're supposed to go Faith Hilling at the café!

Stan: So? We can always do that another time.

Kyle: Stan, we always go Faith Hilling at the café around this time of the month!

Stan (frowning slightly): I have an idea. How about you guys get girlfriends, too? After that, you can decide which is more important to you: keeping up with pop-culture trends or maintaining a stable love life. (He walks away from the group; the others just watch him leave.)

Kenny (muffled): He does have a point.

Cartman: Guess we'll just have to Faith Hill with him.

Kyle: No way. Faith Hilling isn't fun unless we're all involved!

Cartman: Goddammit. What other options does that leave us with? What's something the three of us could do without Stan? (There is a short pause.)

Quincy: Well, I know that my sister and I have only just arrived in South Park, but I was thinking; maybe you guys would like to swing by my house for a while? (The others turn their eyes to him and think for a moment.)

Cartman (rubbing his chin): Depends… what part of town do you live in? 'Cause if you live on the opposite side of the railway line, forget it.

Quincy: What's wrong with the section of neighborhood on the opposite side of the railway line?

Cartman: That's commonly known around here as "the ghetto." (Kenny angrily slaps Cartman on the back of his head.) Ay! Kenny, what the hell was that for?

Kenny (muffled): I live on the opposite side of the railway line, fat-ass!

Cartman (indifferent): I know. That's my point.

Quincy: I don't live in this "ghetto." My family moved into one of those large houses near the center of the district.

Kyle: The center of the district? Hey, that's where Token's house is located!

Cartman (to Quincy): Is your family rich? All the richest people in South Park live in that part of town.

Quincy: Rich is a relatively loose term. My father is a natural science manager and my mother is a particle physicist; their combined annual income is approximately 300 grand before taxes. But before they got their current jobs, they both worked for a special division in the CIA. Their work in that department made them well over a million dollars.

Cartman (whistling): Dude, kick-ass.

Kyle (to Cartman and Kenny): Well guys, what do you think? Should we take Quincy up on his offer? (The other two nod their heads vigorously). Alright, Quincy; we're all agreed. We'd love to stop by your house.

Quincy: Thank you, it pleases me to know that I've made a good first impression. (Cartman and Kenny start walking toward their next class)

Cartman (over his shoulder): That's the thing, man; money always makes a good first impression.

Kenny (muffled): For once, I agree with you. (Quincy and Kyle are left alone in the center of the hallway)

Kyle: Don't mind them; Kenny's not so bad once you get to know him. But Cartman… be careful around him.

Quincy (smirking): I'll keep that in mind.

(Cut to: South Park Elementary, Exterior. The final bell rings and the students gleefully exit the building. Stan and Wendy slowly exit the building together. From a distance, they appear to merely be walking side-by-side. But upon a closer look, it is shown that the two of them are holding each other's hands. They are smiling merrily and every now and then, they look at each other out of the corners of their eyes. Once they turn on the sidewalk, they encounter Lola.)

Lola: Hey, Wendy. Hey, Stan.

Stan: Hi, Lola (He says this sincerely, but his attention is still focused almost entirely on Wendy).

Wendy: What's up, Lola?

Lola: Juliana invited me, Bebe, and Red to come by her house after school. She said that her brother also invited your friends, Stan. Maybe the two of you would like to join us? (Stan thinks only for about a fraction of a second before answering.)

Stan: No thanks, Lola; Wendy and I have some work we need to do.

Lola (scoffs): Guys, there's more to life than work! It's not every day that two kids who are both smart and rich move into the neighborhood!

Wendy: Lola, Stan and I aren't just doing work.

Lola: What do you… mean? (Lola is initially confused, but quickly catches on to what Wendy is implying) Oh, I get it. Well, you guys have fun. I'll tell the others you were busy. (She leaves. Stan and Wendy are left alone.)

Stan (deviously): Well, now that we've gotten rid of her, how about we head over to your place?

Wendy (smirking): Now you're talkin'! (The two of them head off to the Testaburger Residence)

(Cut to: Testaburger Residence Exterior. We get a bit of that typical music that is played whenever the scenario is alternated.)

(Cut to: Testaburger Residance Interior, Living Room. Stan and Wendy are sitting on the couch. They have their backpacks open on the coffee table. They are both looking through their history textbooks for useful information.)

Stan (reading): Let's see here… during the Napoleonic Era, the Russian Empire pursued a more aggressive approach in holding off the French armies. (Every few seconds, he shifts his gaze from the textbook to Wendy.)

Wendy: Right; it wasn't until the Bolshevik Revolution that the Soviet Union rose to power. They had two main factions: the Reds and the Whites. (She does the same thing with Stan)

Stan: We probably would've had the Blues, too, if such a revolution was ever to occur in the U.S. (They both scoff)

Wendy: A lot of people still have "the blues," if you know what I mean. (They scoff some more)

Stan (putting his book down): Well, all this stuff seems pretty straightforward to me. Could I see your paper, Wendy? Maybe if I could get an idea of what you have so far, we'll know what specifically to look for.

Wendy (nodding): Sure, Stan (She reaches in to her backpack and pulls out a folder. She opens it up and removes four papers paper-clipped together. She hands them to Stan. In the process, she scoots a little closer to him and rests her hand on his leg. He seems a little startled.) Does that bother you?

Stan: Well, uhh… (Wendy begins rubbing his leg back and forth in a very sensual manner. Stan strangely finds himself becoming aroused. He just grins). Nah, I'm alright. (Wendy rubs his leg a little faster as he looks through her papers. He stops on page three and focuses his attention on a certain paragraph) Hey, wait, what's this?

Wendy: What's what?

Stan: Take a look at this paragraph right here. I'm not certain what exactly it's supposed to mean. (Wendy leans a little closer to get a look at the paper; then she notices that Stan's pointing at a blank spot. Just when she realizes this, Stan puts his arm around her, pulls her close, and kisses her on the forehead. She just giggles in response)

Wendy: I know what it means now.

Stan: Good. I was hoping you would. (He keeps his arm wrapped around her shoulders while she lies her head against his chest and continues rubbing his leg) Now, let's get serious.

Wendy (sensually): Yes, let's…

(Cut to: A tall, tan house in the center of the district of South Park. It is large and very well-adorned. This is the Morales Residence. It's almost as large as Token's house; only it doesn't have that single room at the top. At the front of the house, eight children are walking up the sidewalk to the front door. At the front of the group are Quincy and Juliana. The others are Cartman, Kyle, Kenny, Bebe, Red, and Lola.)

Juliana: Well, here it is. Our new house.

Cartman: Dude, sweeeeeeet.

Quincy: I need a moment to get the key (he takes off his backpack, opens it up, and starts looking through it. While he searches, the others talk)

Kyle: This is a really nice house.

Red: I hope the inside is just as beautiful as the outside.

Lola: I'm sure it will be.

Kenny (muffled): Though I wonder what their parents are like.

Bebe: Oh, yeah. That's a good call. So far, all we know about their parents is that they once worked for the CIA, and they're both employed in some form of advanced science.

Cartman: I've seen this kind of thing before: brianiac kids with rich parents who happen to be scientists. I'll bet they're the typical nerdy anti-social workaholics you'd expect to encounter under these conditions.

Juliana: Don't be certain about that, Eric (Cartman quickly covers his mouth with his hands; he did not intend for Quincy or Juliana to overhear him). Our parents may actually surprise you.

Quincy: Ah, here we go! (He pulls his house key out of his backpack. Then he uses it to unlock the front door. He and the others pile inside.)

(Cut to: The Morales Residence, Interior. The foyer encompasses a thirty-feet-by-forty-five-feet perimeter, making a total area of 1,350 square feet. There are several pieces of furniture spread around the room. Cartman whistles in amazement. There is a staircase opposite the front door that leads directly to the second floor. On either side of the staircase, there is another door which connects to an adjacent room.)

Juliana: Just leave your backpacks and stuff here in the foyer. (Everyone removes their backpacks and places them on some hooks located to the left of the front door.)

Quincy: (turns to the staircase) Mom, Dad, we're home! (Footsteps are heard upstairs. They sound as if they are approaching the staircase. Before long, two adults in their early thirties approach the top of the stairwell. One of them is a man with black hair, a green shirt, and blue jeans. The other is a woman with long blonde hair, a violet shirt, and blue jeans. Both of them have white coats that are very similar to Quincy and Juliana's white coats. The two of them brightly smile down at their children.)

Father: How was your first day of school at South Park Elementary?

Juliana: It was great; quite enjoyable.

Mother: We're thrilled to hear that. (The two of them make their way down the stairs. Once they are on the ground floor, they move over to the group. The man picks up Juliana and the woman picks up Quincy. They embrace their children lovingly. Bebe, Red, and Lola smile, finding the sight to be quite "adorable," while Cartman, Kyle, and Kenny try to stop themselves from laughing out loud.)

Quincy (turns to the other children): Guys, these are our parents – Aaron and Sylvia Morales.

Juliana (speaking to her parents): Mom, Dad, these are some of our new friends.

Aaron (smiles at the group): Welcome to our home. How are you all doing?

Bebe, Cartman, Kenny, Kyle, Lola, & Red: Fine.

Sylvia: Excellent. We always enjoy having company, especially when our children are the new kids in school. (She puts Quincy back on the ground while Aaron sets Juliana back down)

Cartman: (takes off his hat and steps forward, trying to sound elegant) Mr. and Mrs. Morales, it is a privilege to finally meet you.

Aaron: What do you mean?

Cartman: I have long been an admirer of your work. Your children told us that you once worked for the CIA. However, that never told us that they were related to the Aaron and Sylvia Morales.

Sylvia: You are familiar with our work?

Cartman: Yes, indeed. However, I would like to learn more about it from you.

Aaron (he and his wife smile): Very well, we can talk about that later, Mr… ?

Quincy (to his parents): Mom, Dad, this is Eric. Eric Cartman. The two gentlemen behind him are Kyle Broflovski and Kenny McCormick.

Kyle: Hey.

Kenny (muffled): What's up?

Sylvia (gesturing to the girls): And who are these fine young ladies?

Juliana: These are Bebe Stevens, Rebecca Logan, and Lola Wagner.

Lola: Nice to meet you.

Red: Just call me "Red."

Bebe: Hello. This is quite a nice house you have here.

Aaron: Well, would you children like a quick tour of it? (Everyone looks at each other, and then nods) Very well. Come this way. (He walks off towards the left side of the room. Everyone follows him. However, Kyle pulls Cartman off to the side)

Kyle (whispering so that no one else can hear): Can we talk?

Cartman (doing the same): What? What do you want?

Kyle: Cartman, what the hell are you doing? You've never mentioned knowing anyone by the name of "Morales." How could you be an admirer of them?

Cartman (lightly scoffs): I'm not. I never even heard of them until today.

Kyle: Then why did you claim to know them?

Cartman: Kyle, think of it like this: a rich couple with children just moved into our quiet mountain town. Not only are they rich, but they have affiliation with the CIA. Don't tell me that doesn't just spell "opportunity."

Kyle (suspiciously): What do you mean by "opportunity?"

Cartman (grinning wickedly): It's simple. We would seek to benefit greatly by getting on Mr. and Mrs. Morales' good side.

Kyle: That's not going to happen. Everyone in town knows that you're a sneaky, exploitative, manipulative-

Cartman (cutting him off): Wrong, smart-ass. The Moraleses don't know that. You just watch as I become their closest friend in town.

Kyle (rolling his eyes): Fine, whatever.

Sylvia (from across the room): Eric, Kyle, are you coming?

Cartman: We'll be right there. (Turns to Kyle once more)

Kyle: You go ahead and make a fool of yourself. I'm just going to try to be a good neighbor the old-fashioned way.

Cartman: You do that. But I'll show you that I'm even better than Jews at Jewing someone out of their money. (The two of them end their conversation and rejoin the group)

(Cut to: The Testaburger Residence Interior, Living Room. Stan and Wendy are sitting on the couch in much the same position as before. The only difference is that Wendy is rubbing Stan's leg a little faster. He has just finished reading over her paper.)

Stan: Well, Wendy… it looks as if you've pretty much finished your paper already. Why did you ask me for my help on it?

Wendy (sweetly): I wanted a second opinion. And your opinion means the most to mean.

Stan (looks down at her, grinning): Really? Even more than Bebe's opinion?

Wendy (giggling): Sure, Bebe is my best friend, but you're my boyfriend. As you boys always say – "Bros before hoes."

Stan (chuckling): I didn't know girls lived by that philosophy, too.

Wendy: Not all of us; just some. (There is a short pause between them as their eyes meet in an electric moment. Then Stan puts down the paper, places his hands on Wendy's cheeks, brings her closer and kisses her full on the mouth. She returns the kiss affectionately. They remain like this for twenty seconds before they come apart for air. Once they have regained their breath, Stan reaches for his backpack. He removes a folder from it.)

Stan: Now then, let's take a look at my paper and compare it with yours.

Wendy: Yes, let's. Then we can decide who has the stronger argument. (Stan looks through his paper and mumbles the content under his breath. However, it is notable that he is not as focused on the paper as he appears to be; every few seconds, he pauses to savor the soothing rub-down Wendy is giving his leg. After about thirty seconds, he takes his left arm and puts it around her shoulders. He uses his left hand to gently massage her side. She is enjoying this sensation just as much as he enjoys the leg rub.)

(Cut to: the Morales Residence Interior, Second Floor Hallway. Aaron and Sylvia are leading the eight children from room to room and describing its significance or importance.)

Aaron: To your left is our observatory. We have several telescopes aligned at the windows so that we can observe the astronomical changes in the position of the stars. You know, astronomy is just as good a way to tell the time of day as a clock or a sun-dial.

Bebe: Wow, that's cool. I never knew that.

Sylvia: And now you do. Now, to the right is our workshop. Anything and everything we need to accomplish our jobs is available in there. We also manage most of our experiments in there as well. However, you mustn't go in there without the proper safety equipment.

Lola: What would that be?

Sylvia: Basically, a white lab coat and goggles. Just the everyday items a physicist or a chemist would use.

Kyle: I suspected as much. (The group moves further down the hall until they arrive at a set of double doors)

Red: What's behind here?

Aaron: Oh, this… this is the master bedroom. This is where my wife and I sleep.

Quincy: And, of course, where they do more of their own personal "experimenting." (All the children laugh.)

Sylvia (Both she and her husband have turned a little red in the face): Thank you for "clarifying" that for them, Quincy. Now, upstairs on the third floor, we have something that we're certain you children are going to love. (The group heads back to the stairwell and proceeds to the third floor)

Cartman (whispering to the others): Guess I was wrong. Their parents aren't nerds.

Red: Eric, I never thought I'd ever hear you say you were wrong about anything.

Lola: Yeah, me either. I sooner expected someone like Obama to say that before you.

Cartman (scoffing): Obama? Lola, there are some people in this world who are either too foolish or too arrogant to admit they were wrong.

Kyle: Funny. I always thought you were the most foolish and arrogant person alive. (The girls and Kenny laugh.)

Cartman: Laugh all you want, Kyle. Just wait and see who's laughing when one of us becomes the Morales family's best friend.

(Cut to: the Testaburger Residence Interior, Living Room. Right now, Stan and Wendy have finished looking over their papers. They are also making even more intimate contact then before. Wendy is rubbing the inner part of Stan's leg; her hand is just a few inches away from his pelvis. Stan still has his left army over Wendy's shoulders and is using his hand to delicately caress the side of her chest. As he moves his hand closer towards the center of her chest, he can feel her developing breasts, which are small but are nicely forming.)

Stan: Well, Wendy, we've looked through both our essays, and I must say; everything seems to be in order with yours.

Wendy (smiling): That's great, Stan. I can finally put this paper out of my mind for a while.

Stan (he looks down at her): So, is our work finished here?

Wendy: Yeah… our work is. Now how about we have a little "fun" for a while?

Stan (widely grinning): Alright. What time is it?

Wendy (looks at the clock on the wall): 4:30. My parents won't be home for two hours.

Stan: Perfect. (He leans in and kisses her on the cheek. Then he turns himself so that he's facing her. He takes his hands and rests them on her sides. He slowly lowers her down onto the couch; she carefully pulls him towards her. The two of them slightly close their eyes and begin making out. After about fifteen seconds of this, they begin to rest themselves in a very intimate position. Even though they are still fully clothed, they are already deeply inhaling and exhaling. Neither of them seems to feel uncomfortable about what they are doing. Some romance music plays in the background as they get more and more intimate.)

(Cut to: the Morales Residence Interior, Third Floor. The group of ten has just stopped outside a door with a computer panel on either side. Aaron and Sylvia turn to the children)

Aaron: How many of you are fans of Star Trek? (Cartman, Kyle, Kenny, Bebe, and Lola all raise their hands. Everyone then looks at Red; she's the only one without a raised hand.)

Sylvia: Not that into Star Trek, Rebecca?

Red: No, I do like it, but my best friend Kevin Stoley and I prefer Star Wars more.

Aaron: Oh, alright then. Are you at least familiar with the concept of the holodeck from the later series?

Red: Yes, I am. Why do you ask?

Sylvia: Because this room functions by the same principles as the holodeck. (She pushes one of the buttons on the left panel and the door opens. The room on the other side is covered ceiling, wall, and floor with a grid-like pattern. Aaron and Sylvia gesture for the children to step inside. Once everyone is in, Aaron closes the door.)

Aaron: Quincy and Juliana made this themselves while we lived in Wyoming. It damn near saved our lives; there are very few items of interest up there. I guess it was only fortunate that it was portable.

Cartman: So, what exactly does it do?

Aaron: Just watch. (He moves off to a panel on the wall and types something in. Within moments, the grids fade away and everyone finds themselves standing in what appears to be the Morales family's front yard.)

Bebe: Is it a teleporter?

Sylvia: No, Bebe; it's a very complex combination of projectors, illusory probes, and motion trackers. This room only covers about fifteen feet in any direction. However, try running to that bush over there. (Bebe sees a bush on the opposite side of what appears to be the street. It seems to be about fifty feet away. She slowly walks over to it and then looks back.)

Bebe (yelling so that the others can hear her): So? What did that accomplish?

Aaron (calling back): You probably feel as if you've travelled fifty feet. In reality, you never moved from your original spot. You just appeared to move that much to the rest of us.

Bebe: But if I never moved, then how come I have to yell so that you can hear me?

Cartman (whispering to Kenny and Kyle): I thought she always had to yell in order to get people to hear her. (Kenny and Kyle laugh)

Kenny (muffled): No kidding, dude.

Sylvia: That's another feature the program has to offer. For every foot you appear to move from the rest of us, the computer uses a voice damper to give the impression of sound fading further away.

Lola: Wow. This is awesome.

Cartman: What other programs can this thing do?

Aaron: I'll show you (he moves back over to the wall with the panel and presses a few buttons. The program ends, and the scenery fades away. The grid-like pattern returns to the room, and sure enough, Bebe is standing right where she was standing before the program began. She doesn't feel displaced or disoriented in any way, however. Aaron looks back at the children.) Now then, what would you like to see next?

Kyle: Could you hold on a moment? There's something I need to do. (He reaches around in his pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He begins typing in a phone number)

Cartman: Kyle, what are you doing?

Kyle (still focused on his phone): I'm calling Stan.

Cartman: Why?

Kyle: Because this is something he has got to see.

Aaron (looking over at Quincy and Juliana): Who is Stan?

Quincy: He's a friend of Eric, Kyle, and Kenny's. He usually hangs out with them. However, he had plans after school today.

Lola: I think he's still at Wendy's house.

Red: Well, if he is, we should invite her, too.

Cartman: Hey, hey, hey, wait right there! We can't just invite whoever we please. This ain't our house. This house belongs to our new neighbors! They decide who can come here and who can't. (He turns to look at Aaron and Sylvia)

Sylvia (to her children): How would you describe your friendship with Stan and Wendy?

Juliana: Oh, they're really easy to get along with.

Quincy: Yeah, and had they not been busy after school, we would have invited them over, too.

Aaron (to Kyle): In that case, you may ask them to come by.

Kyle: Alright…

(Cut to: the Testaburger Residence Interior, Living Room. Stan and Wendy are on the verge of ecstasy. Stan is resting his mouth on Wendy's neck and nibbling at it gently. She moans in pleasure at the sensation. Before long, Stan moves up closer to her and gazes into her eyes adoringly.)

Stan: You know what, Wendy?

Wendy (gasping): What?

Stan: I… I think we're… overdressed.

Wendy (slowly nodding her head). You're right. We… we are. (The two of them begin to unbutton each other's jackets. They do it slowly, savoring each moment. Just before they reach the top buttons, Stan's cell phone goes off. Then they abruptly stop undressing each other and turn their attention to the coffee table. Stan's cell phone is blaring loudly)

Stan (annoyed): Oh, for God's sake! (He slowly reaches over to take it, but Wendy stops him)

Wendy: Just ignore it. (She kisses him again)

Stan: I just want to see who it is first. It could be my Mom or Dad. (He picks up his cell phone and looks at the caller ID.) Oh, it's Kyle.

Wendy (firmly): Don't answer it.

Stan: I have to. It's Kyle.

Wendy (incessantly): Just put the phone down; he'll call back later.

Stan (just as stubbornly): Wendy, c'mon. He wouldn't call me unless it was important. It'll only take a moment.

Wendy (reluctantly): Fine. (The two of them sit up and Stan answers his phone. The next few lines continuously alternate setting from Wendy's living room to the Morales family's "Holo-Room." The setting matches the location of the speaker)

Stan (still breathing heavily): Yeah?

Kyle: Hey, Stan? Are you busy?

Stan: (He looks at Wendy out of the corner of his eye) Not at the moment, why do you ask?

Kyle: Cartman, Kenny, and I are at the Morales family's house. And they have something you have got to see!

Stan: What? You called me for that?

Kyle (a little surprised): Yeah, what's wrong with that?

Stan: Wendy and I were in the middle of something.

Kyle (raising an eyebrow): I thought you just said you weren't busy.

Stan (still breathing heavily): We… we weren't.

Kyle (a little concerned): Stan, are you alright? You sound like you're having difficulty in breathing.

Stan: Relax, Kyle, I assure you I'm fine.

Kyle: Well, in that case, how about you and Wendy come over to the Morales family's house? It's on the same street as Token's house; you can easily identify it as the large tan house.

Stan: Are you certain Wendy would want to come along?

Kyle: Yeah, of course she would. What I want to show you is fuckin' awesome. Besides, Lola, Bebe, and Red are with us. At the very least, she'd be able to hang out with them. So, what do you say?

Stan (thinks for a while): Uh… okay. We'll be right over. (He hangs up)

Wendy (sitting up): What did Kyle want?

Stan (buttoning up his jacket): He wants us to go over to those new kids' house. He says they've got something that we "have" to see.

Wendy: Didn't Lola say she, Bebe, Red, and your friends would be there?

Stan: Yes, she did. According to what Kyle told me, she's right.

Wendy (buttoning up her jacket): Well, if he insists, I guess we could go. (It is notable that the two of them are no longer euphoric, as opposed to the behavior they exhibited just a few moments earlier. They seem to have calmed down considerably in such a short amount of time.)

Stan: (He gathers up his belongings and puts them into his backpack. He says the next line as he slings his backpack over his shoulder) Alright then, let's go. (He and Wendy walk to the front door and exit the house)

Review, please! Sorry if I disappointed a few of you by cutting the romance a little short. Believe me, Stan and Wendy will get even closer in the next chapter. I'm still not so certain about having an actual sex scene between them. I mean, if they were teenagers, I would see no dilemma, but this is in the show's current time while they're in the fourth-grade, and a sex scene between two ten year-olds… that's a different story.

Oh, well. How do you like the story so far? I'd honestly like to know your thoughts on everything. If anything doesn't make enough sense (such as the "holodeck" bit), I'll be happy to clarify for you.