Rayker looked at the chips... he looked back at the people he was chatting with... and he couldn't decide what to do. It had been so long since he'd had a good game of poker.... "Okay yeah, deal me in." He said.
Jackson smiled, but kept quiet. He was going to beat the sergeant at his own game, even if it was partly because he was distracted. "I'm still listening, by the way." It was a surprising concept that not only had this guy once been almost a god, but apparently he wasn't any longer.... That idea was a little hard to understand, but then again, he was playin' poker on an asteroid in a universal intersection. "That's why you can fly..." Salem had said. This whole thing just got even weirder, didn't it? he thought.
Carson knocked again, but lightly. He didn't want to disturb Temrash if he was busy.
"Hey Lennan..." he called. A second later, Lennan was next to him outside of the door.
"Yes, Carson?"
"How long does it take to read through someone's memories? I mean, how does that all work?"
"It's very simple, actually. When a yeerk enters a host's skull, it fills into the grooves and crevices in the brain, instantly gaining complete control of motor function and memory. Even the host's conscious thought is readily available. Temrash already has total access to any and all information in Desmond's mind; he must be transferring the data to a computer storage system."