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Tedious, and uninformative too.<br>Certain lines of questions were met with incredulity or with nothing at all,<br>as if the questions hadn’t been asked—as if she hadn’t spoken. | |||
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What she mainly wanted to know about—engineering, technology, progress—<br>seemed to especially draw out nothing from the other guests.<br>With her frustration growing, she took to listening in instead, and eventually heard: | |||
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"It’s little more than a globe of dirt now. We’ll terraform it soon, I’m told." | |||
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And asking about that... led nowhere as well.<br>That was quite enough to know, however, and so she entered the lounge again. | |||
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She stands in it now, watching the storm, and relating to it. | |||
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The girl steps past the fiancé, who smiles at her presence.<br>He greets her with, "Lavinia, you’re back," and she rests her gaze on his lapel.<br>He takes no particular notice of this. | |||
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The players always seem to act in such a way.<br>What stands out, what’s unusual, is given no mind.<br>Bolder and bolder she’s gotten, but they remain always steadfast to their routines. | |||
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To maintain the image, correct?<br>She decides to ask, outright, one question she burns to have answered. | |||
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"The man-made world... it isn’t made of glass?" | |||
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"...Hm? What on...? Of course not, Lavinia. It’s not a bauble." | |||
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Her eye goes wide. Her pupil constricts. | |||
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Of all the things, that had been it. | |||
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Donovan looks over her shoulder and through the walls, saying,<br>"At any rate, isn’t it lovely? Almost as lovely as you..." | |||
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But she doesn’t reply.<br>Recognizing his answer as confirmation, she settles on a decision. | |||
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As the spiral of flowers beyond flow almost serenely through the air,<br>she moves to the table of foodstuffs, and stops before the breads. | |||
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Donovan continues.<br>"I’m told the world they’ve made will have shows like this across sprawling, endless valleys.<br>Right now, it’s only barren. A concept, you know?" | |||
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She stops her hand over a handle, listening. | |||
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"But it’ll surely be a delight in time, for those who can afford a spot on it.<br>And think of the potential, Lavinia." | |||
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She exhales. It’s been another fruitless trip.<br>Her hand closes on fine, smoothed wood. | |||
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She turns swiftly and steps to the awaiting husband,<br>swinging her hand out toward his neck. | |||
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The bread knife’s teeth stop in his skin. | |||
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Without feeling—without even a spark of animosity—she wordlessly cuts across the boy’s throat,<br>and watches closely to see what comes out. | |||
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