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The chubby man scribbled something on a card. "Interesting.
In-ter-est-ing. Do you know where we are?"
I looked around the office. "In the Terran Headquarters. From your
uniform, I'd say we were on Floor 8--Medical."
He nodded and scribbled again, pursing his lips. "Can you--uh--tell me
what planet we are on?"
I had to laugh. "Darkover," I chuckled, "I hope! And if you want the
names of the moons, or the date of the founding of the Trade City, or
something--"