It was record cold out, the kind of cold that occurs only once ever thirty years or so, and I decided it was time to go to someplace else, where it might be warmer.It was record cold out, the kind of cold that occurs only once ever thirty years or so, and I decided it was time to go to someplace else, where it might be warmer. I laughed when I thought of that. I wasn't going anyplace warmer; I was going to Cutter's, which is situated right on top of a heat vane on the outer edge of the delineated Ring; it's the equivalent of an arctic environment, complete with polar bears descended more from a rodent group than the original weasel group. Oh, there are weasel based polar large types, but they're in a different ecocenter. I stepped onto the disk. And found myself in the large pentagonal room on the far edge, under "visitors" The other disks were reserved for "staff," and "emergency-1 and 2," and "residential." I noticed that there was nobody else in the area, so I wandered down the hallway towards what I knew was the pharmacy. Nobody stopped me; nobody questioned my right to be there. After all, if I was their gengineer, I had damn well better know what I was doing, right? I walked into the pharmacy and asked the Tindal who asked me if I need help where I could find the compound in question. He looked at me rather quizzically, but did indeed hand over my request, plus an applicator. I thanked him and wandered back towards the stepping disk. When I reached a hallway that was deserted Jean's voice interrupted my musings again. |