She carried the sleeping kid to the bed, tucking him in. She checked a false wall panel above the bed headboard and confirmed that the tape machine was ready. She turned it on, then left. In the silence, the sleeper;s breathing activated the machine, and a soft, monotonous voice said, "I am Clare Heibolt. I am sexteen. I love my mama, Olive Heibolt. I am very happy. The soft voice faded away, then started over at the beginning, going around and around, not disturbing the sleeping kid. Outside, in the "control room", Mrs. Heibolt consulted the spycam, checking the decibel level and clarity levels on a space age control panel aside the color monitor. She watched as the hypnotic voice went on and on, stopping instantly when Clark rolled over, making a noise that sensors mistook as waking sounds. The boychild slept, breathing steadily and softly. The subliminal message became audible again, gaining strength and volume as the steadiness of the sleeper's breath returned. Satisfied, Mrs. Heibolt left to go cruising the nightlife.