3 of Matter Is Mostly Space) Lloyd sweltered inside his clothes. This test was harder than he remembered. Way harder in a brand new way. But what could he do? Why wasn't he born with a few more brain cells? In fear of being expelled for stupidity, his guts heaved and twisted. He didn't want to puke again. “—Mr. Lennerd, do you find your degree of general tenseness is in any way related to matters of personal hygiene?” Why did they have to ask him that right now? Lloyd touched the 5 button, indicating that maybe it did and maybe it didn't. He felt even more nervous at the thought of how many 5's he'd given the last bunch of questions — he knew they'd think he was concealing something. In all the other parts of the test, he at least knew some kind of ballpark answer — but this personality stuff scared him. The ballpark was all over the place. “—Thank you, Mr. Lennerd. Compared to your friends, how would you rate yourself in the number of hours you vid?” He could relax a little.
