His hair looked like sunlight when he walked into a room as the light blonde color reflected the lighting. His smile and perfect teeth brightened up the world when he flashed it. Fair complected from spending many years traveling and working he would tan readily and easily if time permitted and he chose to take the time.

Jessy had been beaten as a child by both her single parents. Molested at age three by someone who was in a parental role. The abuses neglect and lack of care she had suffered made her hard and unfeeling, attracted to the darker side of life.

Commander Cody looked at her as she sat on the couch and realized that something like her would never understand anything nice or caring or loving. He had no idea how to get her attention and he had read about her for many years, dreamed about her, and the way she was suppose to be. Little did he realize that stories are always fictional, translated, interpreted , and changed by the people who write them along with the people who read them based on what their objectives desires, motives, and wants were.

He never saw the scars or the bruises that lay under the skin always that had been there since probably before she was born - handed down generation after generation of abused and hardened people who had learned how to be calculatingly ineffective in all things to include love and sexuality. But to learn how to be calculatingly effective when it came to manipulation of the mind and the world at far greater things. One would never have seen the fact that such a child could see beyond her years into the misery of her life and want to avoid it but never be able to. He would never have realized that the very same woman he would come to love is the very same woman he was responsible for destroying and purposely destroying because all life seeks to perserve itself and if it does any different it ends up eliminating itself. Such that he and his friends were playing a risky game and bound to be trapped eventually in the sins they created for themselves and were created by their ancestors.

Jessy got up and left the trailer riding away on her bicycle as young adults too young for a car much less intimate contact would do. Latch key children of professionals whose jobs became more important than their relationships, children, and marriages. The ones who learned how to feed themselves and care for themselves which gave them difficulty with accepting directions, criticisms, and correction in the academic environments, which still were based on the dysfunctional leadership styles of the past and not the cooperative group styles which would lead the world into greater larger more functional projects such as the space projects.

Cody asked Michael, "What did you say your name was to her and her friends?"