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Chapter 8
Twentyminutes,thengravitycamedownonhimlikeagreatsofthandwithbonesofancientstone.
SpaceadaptationsyndromewasworsethanMolly’sdescription,butitpassedquicklyenoughandhewasabletosleep.ThestewardwokehimastheywerepreparingtodockatJAL’sterminalcluster.
`WetransfertoFreesidenow?’heasked,eyeingashredofYeheyuantobaccothathaddriftedgracefullyupoutofhisshirtpockettodancetencentimetersfromhisnose.Therewasnosmokingonshuttleflights.
`No,wegottheboss’susuallittlekinkintheplans,youknow?We’regettingthistaxiouttoZion,Zioncluster.’Shetouchedthereleaseplateonherharnessandbegantofreeherselffromtheembraceofthefoam.`Funnychoiceofvenue,youaskme.’
`How’sthat?’
`Dreads.Rastas.Colony’saboutthirtyyearsoldnow.’
`What’sthatmean?’
`You’llsee.It’sanokayplacebyme.Anyway,they’llletyousmokeyourcigarettesthere.’
Zionhadbeenfoundedbyfiveworkerswho’drefusedtoreturn,who’dturnedtheirbacksonthewellandstartedbuilding.They’dsufferedcalciumlossandheartshrinkagebeforerotationalgravitywasestablishedinthecolony’scentraltorus.
