He watches the intricate exterior of the transfer station rolling past the viewports as their pod travels in its assigned flight path. It's nothing in comparison to the planet it currently occludes, but still vast enough to put him in mind of mountains.
"It would have been interesting to meet the old lady when she was still alive," he muses, meditating on the complexities of the station's construction as a metaphor for the complexities of the civilization that constructed it. "She witnessed a lot of history in a century and a half. If from an odd angle, inside the haut-lords' seraglio." Or whatever it is they have instead. His knowledge of haut society is vague at best - a limitation shared, as he understands it, by nearly all people who aren't haut.
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He watches the intricate exterior of the transfer station rolling past the viewports as their pod travels in its assigned flight path. It's nothing in comparison to the planet it currently occludes, but still vast enough to put him in mind of mountains.
"It would have been interesting to meet the old lady when she was still alive," he muses, meditating on the complexities of the station's construction as a metaphor for the complexities of the civilization that constructed it. "She witnessed a lot of history in a century and a half. If from an odd angle, inside the haut-lords' seraglio." Or whatever it is they have instead. His knowledge of haut society is vague at best - a limitation shared, as he understands it, by nearly all people who aren't haut.