“While she spends her pre-break at her battered metal desk, insulated from Jayme’s shrieks by her headphones and her hangover, she considers her situation. After lunch she has to go out onto Old Parade with Grandshuk and Lastene. She spends an exhausting post-break dragging herself through muck-filled tunnels and scrapes a shin on a broken pipe. After work she buys new plasm batteries and heads for Terminal. * Plasm pours through Aiah’s body, filling every cavity like warm rising wat...er. The Trigram glows in her mind, a deep luminescent blue, power pulsing through its design. Existence leaps into focus as her clarity sharpens, as her senses quicken — it’s as if she’s just plugged into the well that waters the world. Perceptions extend through the darkness, and Aiah is suddenly hyperaware of the texture of the scarred concrete walls, the invisible supporting web of metal behind the walls that stand out like bones on an x-ray, the rapid heartbeat of some animal, a rat probably, that sleeps curled under the crumbling platform.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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