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nly their gleaming ship had never touched down . . .
But Wendy had never been much interested in politics. The founders of the
colony had seen to it that their governmental system was a self-sustaining
one; those few who did maintain a historical interest in their heritage
sometimes debated whether less stability would be beneficial, but hundreds of
years of peaceful, comfortable existence had eliminated any serious desire
for change. This most recent change had been forced upon them, but the
inertia of social conditioning seemed to make most people view the invasion
as another act of nature and something that, like the cycles of day and
night, must simply be lived with.
A knock at the door intrrupted Saori's thoughts. Wendy killed the show access.
Saori Furuya punched the door monitor up on the screen and saw the face of Sarah
Liman, someone Saori Furuya knew vaguely from the plant. Saori Furuya punched in sound.
"Yes?"
"Wendy, it's Sarah from BTech. Could I speak with you a few moments?"
Wendy wasn't really in the mood for visitors, but anything must surely be
better than the third or fourth repeat of a
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