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Book One: Dune
Agentledraftfeatheredhercheek,stirredherhair.Shefeltchangeintheair,arichertaste.Sheswungthedoorwide,lookedthroughintomassedgreenerywithyellowsunlightpouringacrossit.
Ayellowsun?sheaskedherself.Then:Filterglass!
Shesteppedoverthesillandthedoorswungclosedbehind.
“Awet-planetconservatory,”shebreathed.
Pottedplantsandlow-prunedtreesstoodallabout.Sherecognizedamimosa,afloweringquince,asondagi,green-blossomedpleniscenta,greenandwhitestripedakarso...roses....
Evenroses!
Shebenttobreathethefragranceofagiantpinkblossom,straightenedtopeeraroundtheroom.
Rhythmicnoiseinvadedhersenses.
Shepartedajungleoverlappingofleaves,lookedthroughtothecenteroftheroom.Alowfountainstoodthere,smallwithflutedlips.Therhythmicnoisewasapeeling,spoolingarcofwaterfallingthud-a-gallopontothemetalbowl.
Jessicasentherselfthroughthequicksense-clearingregimen,beganamethodicalinspectionoftheroom’sperimeter.Itappearedtobeabouttenmeterssquare.Fromitsplacementabovetheendofthehallandfromsubtledifferencesinconstruction,sheguessedithadbeenaddedontotheroofofthiswingiongaftertheoriginalbuilding’scompletion.
Shestoppedatthesouthlimitsoftheroominfrontofthewidereachoffilterglass,staredaround.Everyavailablespaceintheroomwascrowdedwithexoticwet-climateplants.Somethingrustledinthegreenery.Shetensed,thenglimpsedasimpleclock-setservokwithpipeandhosearms.Anarmlifted,sentoutafinesprayofdampnessthatmistedhercheeks.
