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He
closed
his
eyes
and
told
himself
the
shuttle
was
only
a
big
airplane
,
one
that
flew
very
high
.
It
smelled
like
an
airplane
,
like
new
clothes
and
chewing
gum
and
exhaustion
.
He
listened
to
the
piped
koto
music
and
waited
.
Twenty
minutes
,
then
gravity
came
down
on
him
like
a
great
soft
hand
with
bones
of
ancient
stone
.
Space
adaptation
syndrome
was
worse
than
Molly
’
s
description
,
but
it
passed
quickly
enough
and
he
was
able
to
sleep
.
The
steward
woke
him
as
they
were
preparing
to
dock
at
JAL
’
s
terminal
cluster
.
'
We
transfer
to
Freeside
now
?
’
he
asked
,
eyeing
a
shred
of
Yeheyuan
tobacco
that
had
drifted
gracefully
up
out
of
his
shirt
pocket
to
dance
ten
centimeters
from
his
nose
.
There
was
no
smoking
on
shuttle
flights
.
'
No
,
we
got
the
boss
’
s
usual
little
kink
in
the
plans
,
you
know
?
We
’
re
getting
this
taxi
out
to
Zion
,
Zion
cluster
.
’
She
touched
the
release
plate
on
her
harness
and
began
to
free
herself
from
the
embrace
of
the
foam
.
'
Funny
choice
of
venue
,
you
ask
me
.
’
'
How
’
s
that
?
’
'
Dreads
.
Rastas
.
Colony
’
s
about
thirty
years
old
now
.
’
'
What
’
s
that
mean
?
’
'
You
’
ll
see
.
It
’
s
an
okay
place
by
me
.
Anyway
,
they
’
ll
let
you
smoke
your
cigarettes
there
.
’
Zion
had
been
founded
by
five
workers
who
’
d
refused
to
return
,
who
’
d
turned
their
backs
on
the
well
and
started
building
.
They
’
d
suffered
calcium
loss
and
heart
shrinkage
before
rotational
gravity
was
established
in
the
colony
’
s
central
torus
.
