"Mister Lafont, I just read Take Me To Your Breeder. I have laughed out loud and learned at the same time—a nice way to enjoy a monkey brain's afternoon I must say! I have a question, what is the meaning of your name, Regal M-116-S, and how is your Lafond avatar holding up?"

-Dianna, Toronto, Canada

I am glad Dianna, that you enjoyed my message in a bottle forever trapped by gravity upon this wretched planet! I am also thrilled that my LaFond avatar is not as far gone as I thought. I was beginning to think that I had the only transmigratory host with a knack for spelling the same name two different ways in the same paragraph. Alas, it appears the little wire-haired monkey is not alone.

Yes, my name, or should I say shame.

Regal is the name of my home world translated for you little beasties as the name of the system as known to your astronomers.

M is my class designation, the 120 being pod that effectively consisted of my chronological peers and I.

116 is my academic placement number.

S, is the first letter of the English translation of the symbol that was stamped on my forehead at graduation. One might suspect that the realization that I had been stamped "sterilize" would have set me at the lowest ebb of existence, that once at the bottom the only way to go was up. Then I received my assignment: earth, and had to bear the mirthful twitter of the arrogant antennae of Regal-M-1-P—and here I am, having flunked the veterinarian portion of my exam, as the resident zoologist on Planet Monkey Brain.