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Sep. 5th, 2005 10:02 pmLate into the ship's night, and Simon can't sleep. Reading through Lin's files is not going to help with that, but it gives him something to do.
About halfway through the M's, he recognizes the girl who ran away from the others during the escape; her name is Zillah Monchard and her family is from the capital city on Greenleaf. Her picture scowls impatiently up at him from the screen.
Why are we here? What have we come to see?
Simon sighs, shuts off the datareader and sets it aside.
The destruction of the Academy never made it into the major news nets, buried no doubt in the avalanche of simultaneous disaster reports from all over the system. He's been trying to come up with a way to find out what, if anything, the families of the students have been told. In between trying to come up with a way to establish some consistent contact with the facility in Taos.
He runs a hand over his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose, and stands up. Right now he doesn't really want to be alone. Milliways is too crowded, but ... there's somebody else on this ship who probably isn't sleeping right now either.
Simon slips out of his bunk and heads for the engine room.
About halfway through the M's, he recognizes the girl who ran away from the others during the escape; her name is Zillah Monchard and her family is from the capital city on Greenleaf. Her picture scowls impatiently up at him from the screen.
Why are we here? What have we come to see?
Simon sighs, shuts off the datareader and sets it aside.
The destruction of the Academy never made it into the major news nets, buried no doubt in the avalanche of simultaneous disaster reports from all over the system. He's been trying to come up with a way to find out what, if anything, the families of the students have been told. In between trying to come up with a way to establish some consistent contact with the facility in Taos.
He runs a hand over his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose, and stands up. Right now he doesn't really want to be alone. Milliways is too crowded, but ... there's somebody else on this ship who probably isn't sleeping right now either.
Simon slips out of his bunk and heads for the engine room.
