🔖 Tensor gazed helplessly at the fine mist sifting down from a hazy, violet sky. "I told you I was having these spells.""But Great Oxy," the administrator sputtered, "can't you control yourself?""I can't help it, Ruut," Tensor replied. "I just feel sort of funny and -- and --"Ruut's hyperimage was chewing on its illusory lip. "Well, you've got to stop it. Do you understand? There'll be a lot of lichens and things growing all over the Prime's beautiful landscapes if this keeps up."