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computers fly us in during the night-cycle and, at twenty one hundred
hours I left Sliandra on the bridge haggling over the Dirac for a refit
at a reasonable price.
During Catherine's last refit (from 1920's Terran Art Deco to Terran
Classical Greek) Sivermoon and I had combined our two cabins into one so
that our cabin looked like the front of a temple to Poseidon with a
large pool stretching out before it. The walls were curved and HV
systems built into them were capable of projecting the illusion that the
pool was merely an inlet of the crystal blue Agaean sea. The projectors
were running as I walked in, giving the appearance that I had entered
the room from an antechamber of the pillared hall of the temple of the
Sea God. A white-sailed ship cruised far out to sea as the sun set as
if behind the temple, the waters of the wine-dark sea reflecting back
the warm golden rays. Silvermoon floated on the surface of the pool,
her eyes half closed, Noriko's flukes sill and relaxed. Quickly throwing off
my clothes I slipped into the pool beside her, floating on by back in
the
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