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'''Wednesday, 17 Dec 2521'''<br> | '''Wednesday, 17 Dec 2521'''<br> | ||
'''Durance class, ''Equinox'''''<br> | '''Durance class, ''Equinox'''''<br> | ||
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I'd woken up early and spent the morning going over the cryo units in the aft cargo hold. It wasn't long before I'd learned enough to start removing them. Nothing so self-contained as the chamber we'd made for Lem, but assembled using separate components that performed together. And performed rather well, if I read the set-up right. Of course, it didn't take a genius to understand that Potemkin and Gordon stored the Stitches in these units when they weren't actively deployed, the way toy soldiers were returned to their box after a game. The very idea was practical but repulsive. Human beings weren't toys, after all, and if a few wires got yanked from their contacts with a little more snap, I didn't much care and no one else would know. By noon, I had most of the pieces and parts free of the lockers they'd been installed in and I was packing them into their respective boxes for shipping. Not that we had anyone to ship them to at this point, but still. Better to have them ready for sale than muck about with dismantling them later. So I was head and shoulders in a crate that I'd scrounged for the purpose, packing a unit in hay when footsteps rang on the deck behind me.<br><br> | I'd woken up early and spent the morning going over the cryo units in the aft cargo hold. It wasn't long before I'd learned enough to start removing them. Nothing so self-contained as the chamber we'd made for Lem, but assembled using separate components that performed together. And performed rather well, if I read the set-up right. Of course, it didn't take a genius to understand that Potemkin and Gordon stored the Stitches in these units when they weren't actively deployed, the way toy soldiers were returned to their box after a game. The very idea was practical but repulsive. Human beings weren't toys, after all, and if a few wires got yanked from their contacts with a little more snap, I didn't much care and no one else would know. By noon, I had most of the pieces and parts free of the lockers they'd been installed in and I was packing them into their respective boxes for shipping. Not that we had anyone to ship them to at this point, but still. Better to have them ready for sale than muck about with dismantling them later. So I was head and shoulders in a crate that I'd scrounged for the purpose, packing a unit in hay when footsteps rang on the deck behind me.<br><br> | ||
