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  <title>Comments on 'Check Mate'</title>
  <subtitle>As the dolphin swam away, I felt another &amp;quot;ping&amp;quot;&#8212;this one much larger, swimming up to my left. This ping was familiar, from Willy's memories. &amp;quot;Ro'shalla,&amp;quot; I murmured. Willy's mate.

&amp;quot;Willy?&amp;quot; she asked. (Actually, she used his whalespeak name, but &amp;quot;Willy&amp;quot; is how I &amp;quot;heard&amp;quot; it in English.) &amp;quot;What is wrong? You swim oddly.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I'm&#8230;not Willy,&amp;quot; I told her. &amp;quot;I'm a land-dweller. Willy ate me&#8212;but I ended up in his mind.&amp;quot;

Her body language showed anger. &amp;quot;Give him back!&amp;quot; she squawked. &amp;quot;Give my mate back to me!&amp;quot;

I felt a pang of sympathy, but anger drowned it out. &amp;quot;I wouldn't if I could. He tricked me! He _ate_ me!.&amp;quot;

Ro'shalla turned headlong, and hit me with a blast of sound. Suddenly, she was inside my head along with Willy. _GET OUT!_ she blasted me. I pushed back, and she was out of my head again.

&amp;quot;So,&amp;quot; she sang coldly. &amp;quot;You have taken my mate. Very well. But I know where to find yours.&amp;quot; She kicked her fluke and swam away.

For a moment I didn't understand. Then it hit me: she was going after my wife.</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-12-16T20:11:39Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Check Mate</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s &amp;#8220;ping&amp;#8221; as in &amp;#8220;sonar ping.&amp;#8221; What it is, not what it sounds like.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-12-16T20:11:39Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Throat Wolf</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Check Mate</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;...and not to be annoying (just trying to be helpful) but doesn&amp;#8217;t it sound more like clicks than pings?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-11-12T06:09:38Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Tad Winslow</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Check Mate</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s difficult to create a more original story and that&amp;#8217;s a major plus. I&amp;#8217;d go back through it and explain the &amp;#8216;pings&amp;#8217; better. I think I get it though&amp;#8212;echo location, right? very cool story.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-11-12T06:05:21Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Tad Winslow</name>
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