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The dislocation also provides a barrier against the operating impingement of the physical energy transfer/generation/entropy laws of the spatio-temporal coordinates of the systems hereafter described...
This impingement effect is illustrated by more than ten local years of observation. No tower in which the isochronic/isotemporal barrier has failed [failure being defined as a barrier separation of less than 150 nanoseconds, with an error margin of three percent] has ever functioned again in the spatio-temporal coordinates in which this world is currently situated....
Tower cores have been run continuously without shutdown for the operating life of a Mirror Ship. The longest known continuous operation documented prior to the space-time shift translocating the colonizing/planoforming expedition... was eighty-seven elapsed standard Anglo-Rationalist years.
Given that a standard storage cell [model CD-3A] discharges power at the same amplitude as before the trans-spatio-temporal shift, but for more than quadruple the previous duration, and that power amplitude requirements/discharges from various powered end-use equipment [i.e., electro cell carriers, motor/dynamos, laselectroburst rifles, antipersonnel electrolasers] varies by user, locale, and even spatio-temporal planetary locales, accurate determination of tower core life is unlikely.
Consequently, despite considerable depletion of technical personnel and transport equipment, in the interests of pragmatism and maintaining a viable colonial structure with the infrastructure necessary to adapt to the local parameters and paradigms, as described in Section IV, the remaining tower cores have been located in physical circumstances that would appear as most conducive to their continued and uninterrupted operation...
Maintenance can be accomplished on the secondary systems [see Section V], as well as the energy transfer and conversion systems, since these are located outside the core, and the power transfers are accomplished by field manipulations and impingements. Such maintenance should be held to an absolute minimum, however, since macular cellular degeneration has already been observed among personnel with high exposure within the operating confines of the basic system, in contravention of previously established principles and tolerances...
Overview
Maintenance Manual [Revised]
Cyad, 15 A.F.
IX
Lorn grins as he peers into Myryan's chambers. "How's the studious healer?"
His younger sister looks up from the old and cushioned maroon armchair she had claimed years earlier from the second-floor sitting room when their parents had considered sending it down to the first-floor servants' quarters. She has a black leatherbound book in her lap, and her green-trousered legs are slung over one arm of the chair. She pushes a shock of black and wavy curls back off her high forehead. "Lorn..." She grins back. "You're full of horse dung. Jerial's the studious healer, and we all know it."
"You're the natural one, though." He slips through the door and closes it gently behind him, dropping easily into the straight-backed chair that has been turned out from the writing desk. He ignores the half-written note on the leather desk pad.
"What were you doing yesterday?"
Lorn shrugs, half-embarrassedly. "Everyone knows. I was with a girl."
"She wears a nice scent, even if it is a merchanter fragrance. Who is she?" Myryan offers a knowing smile.
"A merchanter," he responds.
"She's more than that," Myryan says. "Are you-"
"Don't ask... please?" Lorn offers a truly embarrassed smile, hoping his expression displays enough chagrin.
"I won't... since you asked." Her amber eyes smile with her mouth. "But only since you asked. Jerial would have asked anyway. Is that why you're here?"
Lorn ignores the question and asks Myryan, "You're worried about Ciesrt, aren't you? That father will consort you two?"
"Consorting is political." Lorn shrugs again. "We know that. It doesn't matter whether you like someone."
"It's unfair." Myryan almost pouts, but reins in the expression. "You can have a merchanter girl, and all anyone cares about is to make sure there's no child, and you're back in time for dinner, and there are a few laughs about wearing too much scent. Can you imagine what would happen if I arranged a tryst with a handsome merchanter-or an outland trader?"
"You wouldn't like the outland traders. They do smell, most of them."
"Is that why... ?" Myryan arches her eyebrows.
Lorn laughs, easily and openly. "I don't think so."
"You saved her from a fate worse than death?"
"Once or twice," Lorn admits.
"How can you say that and be telling the truth?" Myryan shakes her head, trying not to laugh. "You're impossible."
"What about Ciesrt?" Lorn asks again.
"He's dull as a pillar, and he's not even sweet. People think he's nice because he's quiet. He's quiet because he's only half alive. He only talks about being a magus."
Lorn nods.
"Father doesn't want to see." She shakes her head and looks down.
"I won't promise... but maybe I can do something. Talk to father, or Vernt."
"They won't listen. Ciesrt's going to be a full magus, and no one could be a more wonderful consort than that." Her voice, normally full and warm, carries a bitter edge that Lorn hears seldom and likes not at all.
"Talk to me about healing," Lorn suggests.
"Jerial knows more."
"I'm not interested in knowing. I'm interested in seeing and feeling," Lorn replies. "Scroll or book learning aren't enough." His mouth quirks into a self-depreciating smile.
"It'll be hard for you," Myryan says.
"If you say so."
"I mean it. You've been handling chaos."
Lorn raises his eyebrows.
"Don't look at me like I'm daft. There's a white shimmer around you. Father practically glows all the time. So does Vernt. You're not so bad."
Lorn nodded. "And there's a blackish haze around you and Jerial, but it's stronger around you."
"You can see it?"
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