Ann O’Malley awoke. It was Thursday morning, eight o'clock. Her alarm clock stopped ringing as her finger tapped the button into its slot. She remembered all of the events from the night that she had just experienced, and then remembered something else.

"Freedom Fields! I got so involved in everything else that I forgot about exploring the bush for anything relating to the history of Freedom Fields. I'll have to do some more night explorations another time. Right now I should have a quick breakfast and jump on the bus for school."

She felt her aching head and knew that she was tired.

"I cannot keep up these all night trips," she said, "I will not be much use at school today. I will have to try concentrating on work, with such a sore head. I think I will wait until the weekend, before Butler One and I go out on any more explorations. We teenagers are allowed out then. We will have to go on a flight into outer space starting just before sunrise on Saturday morning."

“I’ll probably fall asleep in your pocket half the time,” said Wendell.

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"Definitely no more all night trips, well not during the school week anyway," thought Ann. She had missed her first bus and arrived late at school.

"I had to use the time eating lots of breakfast quickly, so I would have the energy to stay awake. I'm lucky that I only got a warning not to be late again. I have never been late for school before," she thought.
Ann was in her second year of high school at Northern High. She had little trouble with her schoolwork and did not wish to paint herself as an undisciplined tardy arrival on a regular basis. She made a decision never to be late for school again, even under circumstances involving her scientific wonders, except in the gravest situations.

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When morning recess came Ann walked to a tall tree at the edge of the school grounds, climbed it quickly, and used the signaling device to contact Butler One. The device was concealed between her watch and her arm. She had added some of the spare links to the watch in order to enable the signaling device to be inconspicuously affixed to the watch.

"Ann O’Malley calling Butler One."

"Awaiting your next instructions, Miss O’Malley."

The computer robot was piloting the spaceship through its continuous orbit around the earth.

"Yes, well I've had an idea. Is it possible that you could construct a robot lookalike of myself?"

“I won’t need one, because nobody knows I’m here anyway,” said Wendell, “Except Ann.”

"Certainly, Miss O’Malley. I can easily locate some scrap metal on your planet and use it to build the basic structure of the body. I have already recorded all of the statistics concerning your bodily dimensions in my memory bank, based on an original visual scan taken last night. However, I shall need to place the shapeset cloth on your face, in order to create the perfect equivalent of a mold of your face. This will enable me to construct an identical likeness of yourself as a face for the robot."

"What is the shapeset cloth?"
"It is initially an artificial plyable plastifer towel-"

"Plastifer! That's the same stuff that you said your head was made of."

"Correct, Miss O’Malley, the plastifer orb. The shapeset cloth will harden and set in its place, doing no damage to your face, after I hold it in place on your face with two of my probes. I can then use another probe to activate a flow of electricity from the spaceship's power core. It will pass through the plastifer shapeset cloth and solidify it. I shall then remove it from your face. The solidification effect is permanent, and lasts even after I remove the power clips. I shall then trim the excess plastifer from the sides, and colour the mask to resemble your face. I can also use the materials available in the spaceship to duplicate some of your ordinairy clothes, or the special suit that you had me make for you."

"Don't copy the special suit, only the normal clothes I wear at school and Freedom Fields. I just need the robot to take my place on occasions, so that I don't need to be around all the time."

"Requests fully understood, Miss O’Malley."

"Good boy, Butler One."

"I shall need to know where to search for scrap metal, Miss O’Malley."

"You could try Turramurra Tip. If you land the spaceship in the tip, your motion console's anti-gravity unit will give you the chance to make sixty second flights from the spaceship's rising cylinder platform to the tip, for example. You had better go after our five o'clock time. That's when the sun sets here in winter. Then nobody will see you. I'll need to sleep after homework this afternoon."

"The remote control for the ship is in your left bracelet, Miss O’Malley."

"You had better teach me how to use it, when I call you back at lunch."

"I will, and I will teach you everything you really need to know about it in a short time. You only really need to know the flight controls and the switch that activates the opening and closing of the cylinder platform that enables you to go in and out of the spaceship," said Butler One.

"Good. See you later, Butler One."
"Have a pleasant morning, Miss O’Malley."

Ann heard the school bell ringing. It heralded the end of the recess break. She quickly descended the tree and ran to her classroom. She did not plan on making two late arrivals in the same day.

Lunch for Ann O’Malley consisted of a sandwich, an apple, and a drink of water from the school bubbler. This saved her having to buy one drink from the school tuckshop every day of the week. Water was good enough at school anyway, Ann had decided. Today she chose to save her lunch for the bus trip home, so that she could use her lunch hour to learn the instructions for commanding the movements of the spaceship. She still had energy left from her belated breakfast anyway.

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