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sleeping bag, somehow accumulating a crust of dirty clothing
in
from the air like a giant inanimate hydra. (Cleaning robots seldom
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repeatedly cycling through a simulation of the projected
construction cycle of Habitat One, a big fuzzy sphere with a Scottish
glowing core (that Amber is doing her bit to help create): three or SF
four small pastel-colored plastic kawai dolls stalk each other magazine.
across its circumference with million-kilometer strides. And her
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father? s cat is curled up between the aircon duct and her
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costume locker, snoring in a high-pitched tone.
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Amber yanks open the faded velour curtain that shuts her room
off from the rest of the hive: "I? ve got it!" she shouts. "It? s all stories,
mine! I rule!" It? s the sixteenth rock tagged by the orphanage so is
far, but it? s her first, and that makes it special. She bounces off available
the other side of the commons, surprising one of Oscar? s cane
from
toads? which should be locked down in the farm, it? s not clear
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how it got here? and the audio repeaters copy the incoming
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signal, noise-fuzzed echoes of a thousand fossilized infant? s
video shows.
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him in the canteen. and
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delight at her own brilliance. She knows it isn? t nice, but Mom is
novel,
a long way away, and Dad and Step-Mom don? t care about
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that kind of thing. "I? m brilliant, me!" she announces. "Now
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