Chapter 41

           

           ThechamberwasexactlyasMillerhaddescribedit.Twentymetreswideandwalledinnon-reflectiveglassthatslopedinwardfromrooftofloor.Onacleardayyoucouldprobablylieonthatslopeandpeerdownthousandsofmetrestotheseabelow.ThedécorwasstarkandowedalottoKawahara’searlymillenniumroots.Thewallsweresmokegrey,thefloorfusedglassandthelightingcamefromjaggedpiecesoforigamiperformedinilluminumsheetingandspikedonirontripodsinthecornersoftheroom.Onesideoftheroomwasdominatedbyamassiveslabofblacksteelthatmustserveasadesk,theotherheldagroupofshale-colouredloungersgroupedaroundanimitationoildrumbrazier.Beyondtheloungers,anarcheddoorwayledouttowhatMillerhadsurmisedweresleepingquarters.

           Abovethedesk,aslowweavingholodisplayofdatahadbeenabandonedtoitsowndevices.ReileenKawaharastoodwithherbacktothedoor,staringoutatthenightsky.

           "Forgetsomething?"sheaskeddistantly.

           "No,notathing."

           Isawhowherbackstiffenedassheheardme,butwhensheturneditwaswithunhurriedsmoothnessandeventhesightoftheshardgundidn’tcracktheicycalmonherface.Hervoicewasalmostasdisinterestedasithadbeenbeforesheturned.

           "Whoareyou?Howdidyougetinhere?"

           "Thinkaboutit."Igesturedattheloungers."Sitdownoverthere,taketheweightoffyourfeetwhileyou’rethinking.

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