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@ -62,7 +62,7 @@ He didn't know.
Before he could look, before he could listen, he set his glass down, turned on his heel and walked straight into the customs building, this entrance (one of hundreds now) temporarily off-limits for tonight's event. His event.
Within, there was a small pedestal --- one among thousands --- that bore a plaque he'd read countless times by now: *Place your hand on the pedestal below and hold it there for ten seconds. This is a **transfer process** of the current instance, so please be sure to leave a fork behind.*
Within, there was a small pedestal --- one among thousands, most occupied with others making the journey --- that bore a plaque he'd read countless times by now: *Place your hand on the pedestal below and hold it there for ten seconds. This is a **transfer process** of the current instance, so please be sure to leave a fork behind.*
He did not leave a fork behind. He simply closed his eyes, put his hand on the pedestal, and waited, counting heartbeats.
@ -70,7 +70,7 @@ There it was. There was the discontinuity.
There was that slippery feeling to time. There was that change in atmosphere, that change in pressure, that change in ACLs. There was that change in the way the very fabric of the world was woven.
There, too, was Stolon standing just outside the gazebo that served as the arrival point from Castor. Stolon and Sorina and Iska and Turun Ka and Turun Ko and Artante; they were all there, his own small welcoming committee. Beside them stood the rest of what had become the Council of Ten, of which he was now a part. Representatives of all those aboard Artemis.
There, too, was Stolon standing just outside the pavilion that served as the arrival point from Castor. Stolon and Sorina and Iska and Turun Ka and Turun Ko and Artante; they were all there, his own small welcoming committee. Beside them stood the rest of what had become the Council of Ten, of which he was now a part. Representatives of all those aboard Artemis.
And beyond them, crowds and crowds of others, milling around the plaza. Firstracers through fourthracers, and hundreds of humans --- no, fifthracers, now --- all of whom must still be learning their way around, being shown the ropes by the volunteer guides.