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.LP
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.ce
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.ps 16
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.CW
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PERCEPT DRIVE
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.R
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.ps 8
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.CW
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tags: 1993, piro, plinth_mold, tab2
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.R
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Plinth Mold sat and ate his Green Cashew cereal. The ship's percept
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drive sent barely visible tremors across the surface of his milk.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"Do you ever get sad when you see a girl who is, like, all obsessed
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with sports and stuff, and you realize that there's no way the two of
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you could ever be compatible?"
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Thomas had somehow gained entrance to Plinth's cabin. What about
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the elaborate rhetoricalock system Piro had installed? Plinth had been
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assured, specifically, that Thomas could not penetrate it. Ridiculous.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"You mean some girl you like?"
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"Not necessarily. Just, you know, any girl. Just to see her. From a
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distance, it's almost as if there is some sort of active force that
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draws you towards her, even as it pushes her away."
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"I can't say as I've ever suffered that sort of crisis, Thomas."
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"Oh. Well, even though I'm gay, it still sucks. Strictly speaking."
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.PP
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.ps 10
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The ship lurched sharply and Plinth figured Piro must be wrangling
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the percept team to the other side of the deck, making a slight course
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adjustment.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"Anyway, could you please shut up this incessant chattering? My
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Green Cashews are getting soggy."
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.PP
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.ps 10
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"All right, boss. I'll just head up top and see if anything else
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needs doing."
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Abovedecks, Piro was indeed herding members of the percept team
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from one side of the ship to the other. Each man or woman planted
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themselves into their new position and focused their attention
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acutely, fixating upon a single point along the horizon that had been
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marked pink in their visors. Slowly, the ship began to change
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direction.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Piro propped a leg up on the railing. "Forward; That way," he
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commanded, gesturing in a specific direction for the benefit of the
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percept team.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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Their gaze moved to his hand instead of to the distant point he had
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meant to indicate.
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.PP
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.ps 10
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That was not good for the ship.
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