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We
’
d
arrived
somewhere
.
The
Blue
Goose
was
sitting
in
a
huge
,
zero
-
gravity
parking
bay
.
The
chamber
was
an
elongated
cylinder
,
hexagonal
in
cross
section
.
The
walls
were
a
smear
of
service
machinery
:
squat
modules
,
snaking
umbilical
lines
,
the
retracted
cradles
of
unused
docking
berths
.
Whichever
way
I
looked
I
saw
other
ships
locked
onto
cradles
.
Every
make
and
class
you
could
think
of
,
every
possible
configuration
of
hull
design
compatible
with
aperture
transitions
.
Service
lights
threw
a
warm
golden
glow
on
the
scene
.
Now
and
then
the
whole
chamber
was
bathed
in
the
stuttering
violet
flicker
of
a
cutting
torch
.
It
was
a
repair
facility
.
I
was
just
starting
to
mull
on
that
when
I
saw
something
extend
itself
from
the
wall
of
the
chamber
.
It
was
a
telescopic
docking
tunnel
,
groping
toward
our
ship
.
Through
the
windows
in
the
side
of
the
tunnel
I
saw
figures
floating
,
pulling
themselves
along
hand
over
hand
.
I
sighed
and
started
making
my
way
to
the
airlock
.
*
*
*
By
the
time
I
reached
the
lock
they
were
already
through
the
first
stage
of
the
cycle
.
Nothing
wrong
with
that
—
there
was
no
good
reason
to
prevent
foreign
parties
boarding
a
vessel
—
but
it
was
just
a
tiny
bit
impolite
.
But
perhaps
they
’
d
assumed
we
were
all
asleep
.
The
door
slid
open
.
"
You
’
re
awake
,
"
a
man
said
.
"
Captain
Thomas
Gundlupet
of
the
Blue
Goose
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
"
Guess
so
,
"
I
said
.
