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here and now.
    Finale.
    The crystal sphere broke the surface and split apart, opening like a flower, and Lydia sailed high above the kneeling chorus as triumphant horns heralded her leap into freedom.
    â€¦And Rafael blinked, dropping out of Skein, and his flyer's lounge—crystal chandeliers, luxuriant chaises longues—crowded into his attention.
    There was a patter of applause as the Luculentae ladies, leaving Skein, rose to their feet in appreciation.
    â€œBravo, Rafael.”
    â€œExquisite, par excellence .”
    Rafael rose from his couch and bowed. “You do me too much honour. Your soul-daughters performed magnificently.”
    â€œRafael?”
    â€œYes?”
    He received a ; unmistakably feminine:
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    â€œAh, Rebecca.”
    â€œYou were wonderful.”
    He replied with:

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    â€œTrue beauty,” he said, “is gracious with pale imitation.”
    â€œSir.” Rebecca curtsied, a hint of mockery in the gesture.
    Some of the other Luculentae laughed.
    Between Rafael and Rebecca a {public vision} appeared, visible to all:
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    {{Entwined hearts.}}
    {{A balladeer crooning a lovers’ song.}}
    {{Angry hands loading an antique shotgun.}}
    {{A red-faced Luculentus: a broad caricature of Rebecca's husband.}}
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    The image broke up like smoke and drifted into nothingness.
    â€œOh, no. Don't tell him.” Rafael bowed to the Luculenta who had sent the {public vision}. Her name was Xanthia Delaggropos, a newcomer to this circle, and he liked her style. “I'll behave, I promise.”
    Xanthia nodded, a mysterious smile on her olive-skinned face, and turned to a smartcart for a drink, indicating her disinterest in continuing the game.
    Rafael started to compose a flirtatious , then stopped. A singer and surgeon-programmer by primary professions, Xanthia had that rare extra quality—
    Hunger was rising inside him.
    He must be mad. Marianan's soul was frozen in his cache, awaiting release: with drugs and meditation he had fought down the urge to merge with her last night.
    â€œIf you'll excuse me.” He cleared his throat. “We don't want your soul-daughters to drift away or drown.”
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    {{Turquoise sea. A pale hand flailing desperately, then sinking out of sight.}}
    {{Salty tang. Empty ocean waves.}}
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    â€œLet's hope not, Voretta,” he said, recognizing her style, and smiled with apparent artlessness. He raised his hand in the privacy gesture, but received an interruption.
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    â€œMy pleasure,” he said, though it might be considered a minor faux pas to respond verbally to a . His control was slipping, and that was partly Xanthia's doing, sitting there so calm and self-assured—
    He forced his mind into low-level command interface.
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    {{{HeaderBegin: Module = Node12998.JH17: Type = Trinary-Hyper-Code: Axes = 64
    Concurrent_Execute
    Â Â Â Â Â ThreadOne: .linkfile = Fusion-ReacterOne
    Â Â Â Â Â ThreadTwo: .linkfile =WingConfigure
    Â Â Â Â Â ThreadThree: .linkfile = Process-Flight
    End_Concurrent_Execute}}}
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    He reconfigured his delta wings, biting atmosphere, revelling in the airflow across his flight surfaces. The fusion reactor was his