Chapter 9: Vasilia (arrival and RPs if you want'm)

[no_fastolfe]

[Vasilia has been reading most of the day and is Not Amused. She's a bit pale and fresh from the shower, because this place evens reads filthy to her. She looks, more than usual, like a woman of more than two centuries behind the carefully gathered guise of one not yet even middle aged by Earth standards]

I have been reading the logs of this communications network. I have gathered, at least, that I am among intelligent beings, if not civilized ones. I note also a division of power between those with greater tools and communication-- 'Warden'--and those without-- 'Inmate.' I note also that I am among the disenfranchised class.

I am not the Solarian woman, though I am told that there is a slight resemblance. I am -- unlike she! -- not accustomed to being spirited into space unknown by Settlers and semi-legitimate governments, treated like a novelty. I am an Auroran citizen with rights to property and estate. I demand an explanation and a return to Aurora. I am not the Solarian woman. I have value to planetary government and to the Institute; Aurora will not lightly surrender its citizens.

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[strangehistorian]

[Sigh. Oh well, she'd come around to it sooner or later, poor woman.]