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Again
,
she
did
nothing
that
I
was
aware
of
.
But
the
Bubble
I
had
been
looking
at
was
suddenly
filled
with
a
skein
of
red
lines
,
like
a
child
’
s
scribble
.
"
Aperture
connections
,
"
I
said
.
As
shocked
as
I
was
by
the
fact
that
she
had
lied
to
me
—
and
as
fearful
as
I
was
about
what
the
truth
might
hold
—
I
couldn
’
t
turn
off
the
professional
part
of
me
,
the
part
that
took
pride
in
recognizing
such
things
.
Greta
nodded
.
"
Those
are
the
main
commerce
routes
,
the
well
-
mapped
connections
between
large
colonies
and
major
trading
hubs
.
Now
I
’
ll
add
all
mapped
connections
,
including
those
that
have
only
ever
been
traversed
by
accident
.
"
The
scribble
did
not
change
dramatically
.
It
gained
a
few
more
wild
loops
and
hairpins
,
including
one
that
reached
beyond
the
wall
of
the
Bubble
to
touch
the
sunward
end
of
the
Aquila
Rift
.
One
or
two
other
additions
pierced
the
wall
in
different
directions
,
but
none
of
them
reached
as
far
as
the
Rift
.
"
Where
are
we
?
"
"
We
’
re
at
one
end
of
one
of
those
connections
.
You
can
’
t
see
it
because
it
’
s
pointing
directly
toward
you
.
"
She
smiled
slightly
.
"
I
needed
to
establish
the
scale
that
we
’
re
dealing
with
.
How
wide
is
the
Local
Bubble
,
Thom
?
Four
hundred
light
-
years
,
give
or
take
?
"
My
patience
was
wearing
thin
.
But
I
was
still
curious
.
"
About
right
.
"
"
And
while
I
know
that
aperture
travel
times
vary
from
point
to
point
,
with
factors
depending
on
network
topology
and
syntax
optimization
,
isn
’
t
it
the
case
that
the
average
speed
is
about
one
thousand
times
faster
than
light
?
"
