no_fastolfe

[Private to Chromie]
Madam, I've been directed by my warden to seek work. Since I am already somewhat familiar with the library, I would like to know if there is room for another among your staff. The lab is full and I do not want to work with the ill or with food.

[Private to Sherlock] (after the successful conclusion of the discussion with Chromie)
I have employment, as dictated. The lab being rather saturated, Chromie has accepted my help in the library.

[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.