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<p>Reed laughed and bumped his shoulder against Hanne&rsquo;s. &ldquo;A sales pitch?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yeah,&rdquo; she said, leaning briefly against him as they walked. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m in the market for a new year. Sell me the 2406 model. I&rsquo;ve got a wide variety to choose from, so tell me why you decided to live through this one.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;You&rsquo;re a nerd. You realize that, right?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Tell me why I should be a nerd in the year 243. Next year we can decide on 244.“</p>
<p>&ldquo;Tell me why I should be a nerd in the year 283. Next year we can decide on 284.“</p>
<p>Reed scuffed his heel against the pavement of the street. New Year&rsquo;s Eve, and everyone was still inside. Bars: full. Restaurants: packed. There were a few scattered couples or groups around, but they were all walking with purpose. Champagne called. Canapes. Crudites.</p>
<p>And here they were, Reed and Hanne, arm in arm, strolling leisurely down the street, heedless of the passersby, to celebrate the last day of 2406, systime 282+365.</p>
<p>&ldquo;If you&rsquo;re looking for the utmost in luxury, then it&rsquo;s really hard to go wrong with 2406. The ride was just about as smooth as could be.&rdquo;</p>

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<p>Everyone tilted their heads almost in unison. It was more a habit than anything, not a required motion, but the habit that Marsh had formed so many years ago had stuck with all of the Marshans throughout their own lives.</p>
<p>Systime 284+41 00:17.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Wait, what–&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;246? But–&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;It says 2370, too!&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;284? But–&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;It says 2408, too!&rdquo;</p>
<p>Everyone talking at once quickly grew overwhelming. Reed shook his head, covered his ears with his hands, then, remembering that he was standing in the middle of a small crowd, tried to mask the movement by turning it into running his fingers through his hair.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Okay, one at a time,&rdquo; he said, having to speak up to drown out further exclamations. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m seeing 246+41. Everyone else seeing the same thing?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Okay, one at a time,&rdquo; he said, having to speak up to drown out further exclamations. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m seeing 284+41. Everyone else seeing the same thing?&rdquo;</p>
<p>Nods around.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Any, uh&hellip;&rdquo; He swallowed drily, looked around, and grabbed the glass of water that still sat, neglected, on the table beside the couch. After a careful sip, he tried again. &ldquo;Any ideas as to what might have happened?&rdquo;</p>
<p>Silence.</p>