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I
’
ve
been
out
that
way
once
in
my
life
.
I
’
ve
seen
the
view
from
the
near
side
of
the
Rift
,
like
a
good
tourist
.
It
was
far
enough
for
me
.
When
there
was
a
lull
in
the
landing
pattern
,
I
ducked
into
a
bar
and
found
an
Aperture
Authority
booth
that
took
Ashanti
credit
.
I
sat
in
the
seat
and
recorded
a
thirty
-
second
message
to
Katerina
.
I
told
her
I
was
on
my
way
back
,
but
that
we
were
stuck
on
Arkangel
for
another
few
hours
.
I
warned
her
that
the
delay
might
cascade
through
to
our
tunnel
routing
,
depending
on
how
busy
things
were
at
the
Authority
’
s
end
.
Based
on
past
experience
,
an
eight
-
hour
ground
hold
might
become
a
two
-
day
hold
at
the
surge
point
.
I
told
her
I
’
d
be
back
,
but
she
shouldn
’
t
worry
if
I
was
a
few
days
late
.
Outside
a
diplodocus
slouched
by
with
a
freight
container
strapped
between
its
legs
.
I
told
Katerina
I
loved
her
and
couldn
’
t
wait
to
get
back
home
.
While
I
walked
back
to
the
Blue
Goose
,
I
thought
of
the
message
racing
ahead
of
me
.
Transmitted
at
light
-
speed
up
-
system
,
then
copied
into
the
memory
buffer
of
the
next
outgoing
ship
.
Chances
were
,
that
particular
ship
wasn
’
t
headed
to
Barranquilla
or
anywhere
near
it
.
The
Aperture
Authority
would
have
to
relay
the
message
from
ship
to
ship
until
it
reached
its
destination
.
I
might
even
reach
Barranquilla
ahead
of
it
,
but
in
all
my
years
of
delays
that
had
only
happened
once
.
The
system
worked
all
right
.
Overhead
,
a
white
passenger
liner
had
been
slotted
in
between
the
bulk
carriers
.
I
lifted
up
my
mask
to
get
a
better
look
at
it
.
I
got
a
hit
of
ozone
,
fuel
and
dinosaur
dung
.
That
was
Arkangel
all
right
.
You
couldn
’
t
mistake
it
for
any
other
place
in
the
Bubble
.
There
were
four
hundred
worlds
out
there
,
up
to
a
dozen
surface
ports
on
every
planet
,
and
none
of
them
smelled
bad
in
quite
the
same
way
.
"
Thom
?
"
I
followed
the
voice
.
It
was
Ray
,
standing
by
the
dock
.
"
You
finished
checking
those
planes
?
"
I
asked
.
