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<p>Reed laughed and bumped his shoulder against Hanne’s. “A sales pitch?”</p>
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<p>Reed laughed and bumped his shoulder against Hanne’s. “A sales pitch?”</p>
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<p>“Yeah,” she said, leaning briefly against him as they walked. “I’m in the market for a new year. Sell me the 2406 model. I’ve got a wide variety to choose from, so tell me why you decided to live through this one.”</p>
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<p>“Yeah,” she said, leaning briefly against him as they walked. “I’m in the market for a new year. Sell me the 2406 model. I’ve got a wide variety to choose from, so tell me why you decided to live through this one.”</p>
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<p>“You’re a nerd. You realize that, right?”</p>
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<p>“You’re a nerd. You realize that, right?”</p>
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<p>“Tell me why I should be a nerd in the year 243. Next year we can decide on 244.“</p>
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<p>“Tell me why I should be a nerd in the year 283. Next year we can decide on 284.“</p>
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<p>Reed scuffed his heel against the pavement of the street. New Year’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>
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<p>Reed scuffed his heel against the pavement of the street. New Year’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>
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<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>
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<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>
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<p>“If you’re looking for the utmost in luxury, then it’s really hard to go wrong with 2406. The ride was just about as smooth as could be.”</p>
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<p>“If you’re looking for the utmost in luxury, then it’s really hard to go wrong with 2406. The ride was just about as smooth as could be.”</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>
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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>
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<p>Systime 284+41 00:17.</p>
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<p>Systime 284+41 00:17.</p>
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<p>“Wait, what–”</p>
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<p>“Wait, what–”</p>
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<p>“246? But–”</p>
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<p>“284? But–”</p>
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<p>“It says 2370, too!”</p>
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<p>“It says 2408, too!”</p>
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<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>
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<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>
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<p>“Okay, one at a time,” he said, having to speak up to drown out further exclamations. “I’m seeing 246+41. Everyone else seeing the same thing?”</p>
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<p>“Okay, one at a time,” he said, having to speak up to drown out further exclamations. “I’m seeing 284+41. Everyone else seeing the same thing?”</p>
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<p>Nods around.</p>
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<p>Nods around.</p>
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<p>“Any, uh…” 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. “Any ideas as to what might have happened?”</p>
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<p>“Any, uh…” 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. “Any ideas as to what might have happened?”</p>
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<p>Silence.</p>
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<p>Silence.</p>
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