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I
could
have
recorded
it
again
,
but
I
doubted
that
I
would
have
been
any
happier
.
Instead
I
just
committed
the
existing
message
for
transmission
and
wondered
how
long
it
would
have
to
wait
before
going
on
its
way
.
Since
it
seemed
unlikely
that
there
was
a
vast
flow
of
commerce
in
and
out
of
Saumlaki
,
our
ship
might
be
the
first
suitable
outbound
vessel
.
I
emerged
from
the
booth
.
For
some
reason
I
felt
guilty
,
as
if
I
had
been
in
some
way
neglectful
.
It
took
me
a
while
before
I
realized
what
was
playing
on
my
mind
.
I
’
d
told
Katerina
about
Saumlaki
Station
.
I
’
d
even
told
her
about
Kolding
and
the
damage
to
the
Blue
Goose
.
But
I
hadn
’
t
told
her
about
Greta
.
*
*
*
It
’
s
not
working
with
Suzy
.
She
’
s
too
smart
,
too
well
attuned
to
the
physiological
correlatives
of
surge
tank
immersion
.
I
can
give
her
all
the
reassurances
in
the
world
,
but
she
knows
she
’
s
been
under
too
long
for
this
to
be
anything
other
than
a
truly
epic
screw
-
up
.
She
knows
that
we
aren
’
t
just
talking
weeks
or
even
months
of
delay
here
.
Every
nerve
in
her
body
is
screaming
that
message
into
her
skull
.
"
I
had
dreams
,
"
she
says
,
when
the
grogginess
fades
.
"
What
kind
?
"
"
Dreams
that
I
kept
waking
.
Dreams
that
you
were
pulling
me
out
of
the
surge
tank
.
You
and
someone
else
.
"
I
do
my
best
to
smile
.
I
’
m
alone
,
but
Greta
isn
’
t
far
away
.
The
hypodermic
’
s
in
my
pocket
now
.
