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I
followed
Greta
in
a
daze
.
She
took
me
to
the
dome
again
.
It
was
dark
,
just
as
it
had
been
the
night
before
,
with
only
the
lamp
-
lit
tables
to
act
as
beacons
.
I
supposed
that
the
illumination
throughout
Saumlaki
Station
(
or
wherever
this
was
)
was
at
the
whim
of
its
occupants
,
and
didn
’
t
necessarily
have
to
follow
any
recognizable
diurnal
cycle
.
Nonetheless
it
was
still
unsettling
to
find
it
changed
so
arbitrarily
.
Even
if
Greta
had
the
authority
to
turn
out
the
lights
when
she
wanted
to
,
didn
’
t
anyone
else
object
?
But
I
didn
’
t
see
anyone
else
to
object
.
There
was
no
one
else
around
;
only
a
glass
mannequin
standing
at
attention
with
a
napkin
over
one
arm
.
She
sat
us
at
a
table
.
"
Do
you
want
a
drink
,
Thom
?
"
"
No
,
thanks
.
For
some
reason
I
’
m
not
quite
in
the
mood
.
"
She
touched
my
wrist
.
"
Don
’
t
hate
me
for
lying
to
you
.
It
was
done
out
of
kindness
.
I
couldn
’
t
break
the
truth
to
you
in
one
go
.
"
Sharply
I
withdrew
my
hand
.
"
Shouldn
’
t
I
be
the
judge
of
that
?
So
what
is
the
truth
,
exactly
?
"
"
It
’
s
not
good
,
Thom
.
"
