local programs = {}
local function readPrograms(filename)
local file = fs.open(filename, "r")
if not file then
print("Datei nicht gefunden: " .. filename)
"Don't move, Solo," came a voice from the past. Han froze as Teroenza crawled out from where he'd been concealed behind the white jade fountain. The High Priest had a blaster rifle in his hand, and his eyes held a mad glitter that told Han there was no way to talk his way out of this one. "Hands raised," the Priest directed. Han, Chewie and Bria all put their hands up. Han glanced at the others, trying frantically to think of a way to get out of this. But Teroenza had the drop on them good.... "I shall enjoy this, Bria Tharen and Han Solo," Teroenza said. "I have summoned a pilot, and he is coming to collect me from Colony Four. I shall be free of this wretched world ... and I shall have my treasure. I shall miss my mate, but, on the whole, not a bad bargain. Perhaps Desilijic can use my services...."
"Hey," Han said, "Jabba's a friend of mine. You kill me, he won't take it kindly." Teroenza laughed wheezily.
“All right. When did you become aware of what was happening to you? When did you realise what was going on with the other soul?”
It was easier to answer questions mechanically. “In the first days. I knew she would be absorbed. I understood that I would inadvertently destroy her soul—the process was already underway. But it hadn’t finished. I had time. I decided to remove my ability to so incorporate her … by removing my ability to comprehend her.”
Easier, now, to recall it. A litany. The same singsong recitation as the Eightfold Word. It could almost live apart from suffering. “I took the part of my brain that remembered her … that understood her soul … and I disconnected it. Then I made rather crude systems—so as not to be accidentally reminded … knowing that the pathways might reopen if they were knocked about. I had an accomplice … someone who knew how to manipulate the fatty tissue of the brain better than I possibly could. I made my skull a construct, programmed to apply pressure to specific lobes. And it worked, Pent. It worked,” she said. “It was stupid. A brute-force solution. But it worked.”
