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Around The Moon In 80 Risings Title: Around The Moon In 80 Risings from Richard Murray Chapter 1 In which Olden Heime and Visasion accept each other, the one as alpha, the other as exoservant Mr. Olden Heime lived in the year two thousand four hundred and twelve, at one, Aristides and one hundred and forty fifth street, in the Old Lune territory, like all one's at a corner. He was the only turtle at the Recalculus club. But, outside that distinction, he was an ordinary member. Undoubtfully, an Atlantean, it was commonly whispered if Olden Heime wasn't a statue. He never swam in the golden pools per turtles of his appearance. He never seemed to leave the city or have visitors to his home. He never frequented the Chimeras Club or the company of Francesca's Fortunes. Olden Heime was a member of the Recalculus Club and that was all. His admittance to the club came through no suspicion. The territorial boss suggested him, per club rules, as one of the most consistent rent payers in their territory. Was Olden Heime rich? Certainly, but while all turtles inherit the oldest plus most stable accounts. Mr. Heime could not provide the details of shares. His exoservant always placed money for the needy which the extent to kindness always returned in the graceful manner of the alms inquirers. But his exoservant only bowed, never spoke or gestured. Was he scholarly? Uncommonly, for he seemed to know the results of events before they ended, whether financial or governmental. He seemed to have earned every maters praise. It was certain he never dabbled in distant scientific pursuits for neighbors in regular rapport knew him to do two things daily, read the paper and play pinochle. Various members of the Recalculus Club suggested while conversing among themselves while in earshot that he represents the club through the Enet. But that went against his unshowy nature. Mr. Heime always presented his winnings as alms while retaining the victory for himself. Olden Heime was never sighted with female, same or other species, or child by blood or adoption; either of those four scenarios very common in this time. He lived in his home, in Old Lune Territory, with one exoservant and that is all. He tea'd and elevens'ed or similar at the club, same table, same placement, same time. He never fell asleep fatigued nor gestured for company and left at thirty-two between each pair of rising. His exoservant always ate side him while silent. The waiters never seemed ignorant of his culinary schedule. For example, his shaved ice mineral water side bars of mixed equatorial tubers covered in a collage of aromatic herbs always hinted life is good. His brownstone, in the Old Lune Territory, was not stark but gently functional. He didn't require anything to risk drawing blood, but Olden Heime required his exoservant to be prompt plus aligned plus fashioned. On this very 31st of August he dismissed Cornelius Zira for that young simian had made the errors of holding the shell shaving knife to the west causing glare, using water at sixty-two degrees fahrenheit ten degrees beneath the optimal, plus a slightly pursed lip position that signified fatigue; he awaited his successor due at the townhouse at half past twelve. Olden Heime sits on his lobby rest looking at a hybrid measure of time, sunlight, moonlight, earth rotation, made of mahogany. At half past twelve, Mr. HEime would, to his daily schedule, quit Aristides, and exercise to the Recalculus. Three knocks sound on the front door. Zira get up from a chair at the door and state: "the new exoservant" He opens the door, invites the replacement in, advances and bows. "You are a human Madagascan, I believe": asked Olden Heime: "and your name is Kart?" "Cart if sayid please": replied the newcomer: "Cart Visasion, a clan name for we all have the luck of seeing many things. I am known to be a listener, sayid, but I have labored in various professions. I have been an itinerant mechanic, team juggler, with the Pawpaws and then their rivals the Tail Links. Then I became a requested draftsman to multi-species tailors, to make use of my experience, and then I was a lifeguard in Buenos Hoces, allowing no guest to die. But I quit Chile for the Pentacles and quiet service. Unattached and being told pleasantly that Sayid Olden Heime is most proper or acute, I have come in the hope of a calm life." "Visasion I can wear": reply Mr. Heime: "You were recommended to me, by a trusted source. You know my protocols" "Yes sayid" "Fine. What time and percentages are it?" Visasion take out a measuring piece: "It is thirteen after eleven plus sun at 12.5% moon at 76.2%" "You're too slow and off center": said Mr. Heime. "Eudran, Sayid Heime impossible" "You are six steps too slow plus five slices off center, but it is of no consequence. It is for attention. As of now, seventeen steps after eleven, light half, this 31st of August, you are in my service" Visasion stand erect, pick-up items at a mini table, go to the lobby seat of Mr. Heime, lift him into his left hand and walk to the door. Mr. Heime tapped a claw in his glove. The door opens and Visasion is a moving stand for Olden Heime exit. Mr. Heime tapped another claw and the door closed shut. Chapter 2 In which a conversation will likely cost Olden Heime At eighteen after eleven Olden HEime exited one, Aristides and one hundred and forty fifth street. Standing perfectly still in the palm of Visasion while his exoservant put right foot before left foot three hundred and forty-one times while his left foot before his right foot reverse motion times minus one, he reached the Recalculus Club. Visasion being experienced needed no guidance. And with an expressionless face waited for the club light and went to the escalator alpha in palm, in the left hand, the thumb perpendicular to forefingers. Visasion walk to the dining room and the aerial door's velvet rim and Qiaojia pine bark for rest or the aquatic settler with leather skin covered sand, rest, are as equally fine as the sliding doors with their gold handles or stained-glass elements. Visasion walks through and place Mr. Heime at his regular table. He places the paper on the paper rest. And step back, bow and exit the dining room. Olden Heime's breakfast was composed of rice in sweet lettuce, walnuts, and tea. At five past twelve Visasion is standing next to him, pick him up plus his paper rest, and escort Mr. Heime to the relaxing room, its arrangements for any composed party having elephant to squirrel in solar plus ruby splendor. Visasion place Mr. Heime, back facing the windows to the overhead flower gardens at a rest placed by a club page at fourteen past twelve. Visasion step back, bow and leave. Olden Heime taps a claw and the clear paper on the paper rest becomes filled with letters. He read the papers and half phase later his partners at pinochle arrived: Ai Leer, a female pisces genetic sculptor. Simon Timon plus Ibrahim Puun plus male squirrel crypto maesters. Ethel Tubman, female human nanite breeder. Saraya Dalit, a female deer, one of the sitting board members in the automated interplanetary resource board. All leaders in industries, honored for their role in keeping stability among life forms. "Well Dalit ": said Ethel Tubman: "What about the robbery?" "pfff": reply Leer: "the board will lose the money" "Contraposito": interrupted Dalit: "I hope we corner the illegal trafficker. Private Investigators all offline plus in every sector of the Enet are searching, they will be found" "Are any markers on the thief": query Leer. "Firstly, they are not a thief": Dalit say in surety. "Thirty-three million solidc's does not make one a thief?" "No" "Perhaps one of those traditional industrialists" "All the papers say the thief is an alpha" Olden Heime folds his paper on button press. He pauses and bow his head to his friends. The incident basing their multi-log occurred two days before. In the mechanical zone, a package of crypto sticks, with a value of thirty-three million solidc were placed on an incorrect conveyer by an automated droid. In the mechanical zone, only automated mechanical entities are allowed by the board. On the Enet popular videos of transportations through said zones are posted constantly; Making those waiting for deliveries very happy. The package of crypto sticks when not registered at the pre-described time alerted the security system. Private Investigators throughout existence on the mention of the reward money, scurried. Dalit was certain the claim will not entice a capture. While Leer was still unconvinced. Club pages reset the seats for the pinochle table, as the duo argue among the four. Leer side Tubman partnered. While Heime plus Pumba joined. The primary focus in the quartet is the card game shuffle bringing a quiet, intermittently. "No one can disprove": said Leer: "the odds favor the thief, in the resource traffic zone alone, very cunning" "Where can they land?": asked Dalit: "Where on Earth or the Moon is a calm port" "Hater" "Tell us where, what say you?" "I don't know, but I do know space is big enough" "It was once": said Olden Heime right above a whisper, and "please finish shuffling Mrs. Tubman" During the bidding all concentration left space or the thievery. Leer picked the intrigue after. "What do you mean": Leer look to the others: "Has space diminished" "In parts": inject Dalit: "I concur with Mr. Heime. Space has grown smaller since a lifeform can go today, from and to Earth, around the Moon, twenty-one times more quickly than four hundred years ago. And that is why the thief will be likely caught" "Also, why the thief will likely be vacationing" "Please meld Ms. Leer": said Olden Heime. Shocked Leer played indignant, and when the hand finished, performed a small soliloquy: "You ignore logic Dalit, proving space is smaller because you can go round the Moon to and from Earth in three old months" "In eighty risings": interrupted Olden Heime. "He calculates correct": chimed in Simon Timon: "only eighty risings now that the back of the Moon rail section is completed. Here is the estimate by the Fractal Mail. From surface of Earth to Exosphere station through Satellite Ocean by Vacoon ... 22 risings From Exosphere station waiting till Space Tug Station in capsule... 3 risings From Space Tug Station to Mare Nubium... 6 risings From Mare Nubium round trip... 18 risings From Mare Nubium to Space Tug Station ... 6 risings From Space Tug Station to Exosphere station... 3 risings From Exosphere station to Surface of Earth by Vacoon... 22 risings Total 80 risings "Tautology, in eighty risings!" cheered Leer, who in rapture made a blank bid: "But have they calculated storms on Earth, emergency collisions in the ocean, departure delays in the tugs and et cetera" "Completely measured": stalwartly replies Olden Heime, tapping the table for a card. "What of the Erogues, confusing their younger kin": query Leer: "suppose they succeed in injecting faulty algorithms into the automated services" "Completely measured": calmly replies Heime; and he places his hand while Pumba calculates. Leer begin another hand, and say while shuffling:" you are right approximately Mr. Heime, but realistically" "Realistically also, Ms. Leer" "I'd like to see you do it in eighty risings" "That depends on you. Shall we go?" "Sea's spirit save me! But... I will wager one hundred thousand solidc's that such an elliptical, made today as you defend, is impossible" "Easily possible, in fact": returned Mr. Heime. "Hmpf, set it sir!" "A journey round he moon, from and to Earth in 80 risings" "AND or NAND" "I should like nothing better" "When" "As I'm speaking, though, I admit you will pay for it" "Silly man, let's go with this hand" "Repeat the shuffle": said Olden Heime: "There is a false deal" Leer pondered a reshuffle but declined: "Ok. Mr. Heime... I say, I wager a hundred thousand on it" "Easy": said Pumba: "It's a quiet jest" "If I say I bid": replied Leer: "I bid" "OK": said Mr. Heime, he looks to the others:" I have a storage of five hundred thousand at Woody's I risk" "Five hundred thousand solidc's": exalted Simon Timon: "a five hundred thousand solidc loss in a totally unforeseen accident" "The incalculable does not exist": list Olden Heime. "But, Mr. Heime, eighty risings are only an estimate, not including the arithmetic between the rides" "A respectable floor evens any schedule out" "This must be a private online jest" "A true turtle, never jest, when considering a wager involving one's life... I will bet five hundred thousand solidc's against anyone who desires that I will circumnavigate the Moon, from and to the Earth, in eighty risings or less, do you accept?" After consulting each other Ms. Leer, Mr. Timon, Mr. Pumba, Mrs. Tubman, plus Ms. Dalit accept. "Very Well": said Mr. Heime: "The train for New Lark leaves at fifteen before twenty-eight" "You're leaving tonight?": ask Leer. "Tonight": return Olden Heime. He tapped a claw and his paper changed to an almanac, which he perused :"We are in the thirty first of August , I shall arrive in this room of the Recalculus Club, on the sixteenth of Rama, at fifteen before twenty eight, or else the five hundred thousand solidc's , now stored in my name at Woody's , will belong to you, in face and law, alphas. Here is a check" Mr. Heime tapped a claw, and his paper visually confirmed the receipts were sent. Olden Heime was composed. He knew the odds were against, and he would have bet more but he knew he needed the remaining third of his reservoir to travel and complete the labor. His friends were upset by this unwanted trap they were engaged in. The friends offered to end the game. Mr. Heime calmly replied: "I am set... diamonds are trumps. be so good as to play, alphas" Chapter 3 The end of Visasion's dream and the beginning of an astounding vision Visasion sat calmly in the exoservant hall in the Recalculus Club, chewing sweet Tibetan neurogum while relaxing in the ambiance of the room, a club page at his service; he pondered Mr. Heime. A turtle about ninety-five, sparkling shell, unblemished claws. Seen in routine, a being of measures, as the old saying goes. Olden Heime was not one to waste time or space or posture. A true king of the sea, as painted by Chukweze. As for Visasion, a true Madagascan, he is before his pondering, a plate of rice with sorghum in tomato paste over it. He clearly wasn't a vazimba but the sound of the valiha was clear to any other exoservant who walked by while he listened to Rakotozafy. At thirty-two past thirteen, Visasion pondered the many evenings of calm ahead of him. Unlike his last service, where Sayid Hyde Ha routinely had late night sap sessions and came home by public aides, Visasion simply gestured to the alpha squirrel a pause; but it was received monstrously and Visasion left. While even in this short time he found certainty in the presence of Mr. Heime. In his pocket was a schedule of events throughout a cycle of days with actions for injuries, suddenness, or other sharp changes. In Olden Heime correcting him, correctly, Visasion knew his alpha to be efficient plus orderly. A mechanical alpha. A club page sits a brandy at the desk of Visasion and calmly he begins to sip when he heard:"Visasion" But Visasion heeded it not. It was not the right time to be ready to leave the Recalculus Club at ten to thirty-two. His master isn't one to act unscheduled. "Visasion": repeat Olden Heime standing in the right hand of a club page. "I have called you twice": report Mr. Heime. Visasion put down the brandy and stand at attention: "but it isn't thirty-two sharp" "I know. It isn't a demerit for you. A change in schedule. We leave for home in five minutes and then after gathering our goods travel to New Lark" "Where are you headed sayid?" 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Around The Moon In 80 Risings
Around The Moon In 80 Risings Title: Around The Moon In 80 Risings from Richard Murray Chapter 1 In which Olden Heime and Visasion accept each other, the one as alpha, the other as exoservant Mr. Olden Heime lived in the year two thousand four hundred and twelve, at one, Aristides and one hundred and forty fifth street, in the Old Lune territory, like all one's at a corner. He was the only turtle at the Recalculus club. But, outside that distinction, he was an ordinary member. Undoubtfully, an Atlantean, it was commonly whispered if Olden Heime wasn't a statue. He never swam in the golden pools per turtles of his appearance. He never seemed to leave the city or have visitors to his home. He never frequented the Chimeras Club or the company of Francesca's Fortunes. Olden Heime was a member of the Recalculus Club and that was all. His admittance to the club came through no suspicion. The territorial boss suggested him, per club rules, as one of the most consistent rent payers in their territory. Was Olden Heime rich? Certainly, but while all turtles inherit the oldest plus most stable accounts. Mr. Heime could not provide the details of shares. His exoservant always placed money for the needy which the extent to kindness always returned in the graceful manner of the alms inquirers. But his exoservant only bowed, never spoke or gestured. Was he scholarly? Uncommonly, for he seemed to know the results of events before they ended, whether financial or governmental. He seemed to have earned every maters praise. It was certain he never dabbled in distant scientific pursuits for neighbors in regular rapport knew him to do two things daily, read the paper and play pinochle. Various members of the Recalculus Club suggested while conversing among themselves while in earshot that he represents the club through the Enet. But that went against his unshowy nature. Mr. Heime always presented his winnings as alms while retaining the victory for himself. Olden Heime was never sighted with female, same or other species, or child by blood or adoption; either of those four scenarios very common in this time. He lived in his home, in Old Lune Territory, with one exoservant and that is all. He tea'd and elevens'ed or similar at the club, same table, same placement, same time. He never fell asleep fatigued nor gestured for company and left at thirty-two between each pair of rising. His exoservant always ate side him while silent. The waiters never seemed ignorant of his culinary schedule. For example, his shaved ice mineral water side bars of mixed equatorial tubers covered in a collage of aromatic herbs always hinted life is good. His brownstone, in the Old Lune Territory, was not stark but gently functional. He didn't require anything to risk drawing blood, but Olden Heime required his exoservant to be prompt plus aligned plus fashioned. On this very 31st of August he dismissed Cornelius Zira for that young simian had made the errors of holding the shell shaving knife to the west causing glare, using water at sixty-two degrees fahrenheit ten degrees beneath the optimal, plus a slightly pursed lip position that signified fatigue; he awaited his successor due at the townhouse at half past twelve. Olden Heime sits on his lobby rest looking at a hybrid measure of time, sunlight, moonlight, earth rotation, made of mahogany. At half past twelve, Mr. HEime would, to his daily schedule, quit Aristides, and exercise to the Recalculus. Three knocks sound on the front door. Zira get up from a chair at the door and state: "the new exoservant" He opens the door, invites the replacement in, advances and bows. "You are a human Madagascan, I believe": asked Olden Heime: "and your name is Kart?" "Cart if sayid please": replied the newcomer: "Cart Visasion, a clan name for we all have the luck of seeing many things. I am known to be a listener, sayid, but I have labored in various professions. I have been an itinerant mechanic, team juggler, with the Pawpaws and then their rivals the Tail Links. Then I became a requested draftsman to multi-species tailors, to make use of my experience, and then I was a lifeguard in Buenos Hoces, allowing no guest to die. But I quit Chile for the Pentacles and quiet service. Unattached and being told pleasantly that Sayid Olden Heime is most proper or acute, I have come in the hope of a calm life." "Visasion I can wear": reply Mr. Heime: "You were recommended to me, by a trusted source. You know my protocols" "Yes sayid" "Fine. What time and percentages are it?" Visasion take out a measuring piece: "It is thirteen after eleven plus sun at 12.5% moon at 76.2%" "You're too slow and off center": said Mr. Heime. "Eudran, Sayid Heime impossible" "You are six steps too slow plus five slices off center, but it is of no consequence. It is for attention. As of now, seventeen steps after eleven, light half, this 31st of August, you are in my service" Visasion stand erect, pick-up items at a mini table, go to the lobby seat of Mr. Heime, lift him into his left hand and walk to the door. Mr. Heime tapped a claw in his glove. The door opens and Visasion is a moving stand for Olden Heime exit. Mr. Heime tapped another claw and the door closed shut. Chapter 2 In which a conversation will likely cost Olden Heime At eighteen after eleven Olden HEime exited one, Aristides and one hundred and forty fifth street. Standing perfectly still in the palm of Visasion while his exoservant put right foot before left foot three hundred and forty-one times while his left foot before his right foot reverse motion times minus one, he reached the Recalculus Club. Visasion being experienced needed no guidance. And with an expressionless face waited for the club light and went to the escalator alpha in palm, in the left hand, the thumb perpendicular to forefingers. Visasion walk to the dining room and the aerial door's velvet rim and Qiaojia pine bark for rest or the aquatic settler with leather skin covered sand, rest, are as equally fine as the sliding doors with their gold handles or stained-glass elements. Visasion walks through and place Mr. Heime at his regular table. He places the paper on the paper rest. And step back, bow and exit the dining room. Olden Heime's breakfast was composed of rice in sweet lettuce, walnuts, and tea. At five past twelve Visasion is standing next to him, pick him up plus his paper rest, and escort Mr. Heime to the relaxing room, its arrangements for any composed party having elephant to squirrel in solar plus ruby splendor. Visasion place Mr. Heime, back facing the windows to the overhead flower gardens at a rest placed by a club page at fourteen past twelve. Visasion step back, bow and leave. Olden Heime taps a claw and the clear paper on the paper rest becomes filled with letters. He read the papers and half phase later his partners at pinochle arrived: Ai Leer, a female pisces genetic sculptor. Simon Timon plus Ibrahim Puun plus male squirrel crypto maesters. Ethel Tubman, female human nanite breeder. Saraya Dalit, a female deer, one of the sitting board members in the automated interplanetary resource board. All leaders in industries, honored for their role in keeping stability among life forms. "Well Dalit ": said Ethel Tubman: "What about the robbery?" "pfff": reply Leer: "the board will lose the money" "Contraposito": interrupted Dalit: "I hope we corner the illegal trafficker. Private Investigators all offline plus in every sector of the Enet are searching, they will be found" "Are any markers on the thief": query Leer. "Firstly, they are not a thief": Dalit say in surety. "Thirty-three million solidc's does not make one a thief?" "No" "Perhaps one of those traditional industrialists" "All the papers say the thief is an alpha" Olden Heime folds his paper on button press. He pauses and bow his head to his friends. The incident basing their multi-log occurred two days before. In the mechanical zone, a package of crypto sticks, with a value of thirty-three million solidc were placed on an incorrect conveyer by an automated droid. In the mechanical zone, only automated mechanical entities are allowed by the board. On the Enet popular videos of transportations through said zones are posted constantly; Making those waiting for deliveries very happy. The package of crypto sticks when not registered at the pre-described time alerted the security system. Private Investigators throughout existence on the mention of the reward money, scurried. Dalit was certain the claim will not entice a capture. While Leer was still unconvinced. Club pages reset the seats for the pinochle table, as the duo argue among the four. Leer side Tubman partnered. While Heime plus Pumba joined. The primary focus in the quartet is the card game shuffle bringing a quiet, intermittently. "No one can disprove": said Leer: "the odds favor the thief, in the resource traffic zone alone, very cunning" "Where can they land?": asked Dalit: "Where on Earth or the Moon is a calm port" "Hater" "Tell us where, what say you?" "I don't know, but I do know space is big enough" "It was once": said Olden Heime right above a whisper, and "please finish shuffling Mrs. Tubman" During the bidding all concentration left space or the thievery. Leer picked the intrigue after. "What do you mean": Leer look to the others: "Has space diminished" "In parts": inject Dalit: "I concur with Mr. Heime. Space has grown smaller since a lifeform can go today, from and to Earth, around the Moon, twenty-one times more quickly than four hundred years ago. And that is why the thief will be likely caught" "Also, why the thief will likely be vacationing" "Please meld Ms. Leer": said Olden Heime. Shocked Leer played indignant, and when the hand finished, performed a small soliloquy: "You ignore logic Dalit, proving space is smaller because you can go round the Moon to and from Earth in three old months" "In eighty risings": interrupted Olden Heime. "He calculates correct": chimed in Simon Timon: "only eighty risings now that the back of the Moon rail section is completed. Here is the estimate by the Fractal Mail. From surface of Earth to Exosphere station through Satellite Ocean by Vacoon ... 22 risings From Exosphere station waiting till Space Tug Station in capsule... 3 risings From Space Tug Station to Mare Nubium... 6 risings From Mare Nubium round trip... 18 risings From Mare Nubium to Space Tug Station ... 6 risings From Space Tug Station to Exosphere station... 3 risings From Exosphere station to Surface of Earth by Vacoon... 22 risings Total 80 risings "Tautology, in eighty risings!" cheered Leer, who in rapture made a blank bid: "But have they calculated storms on Earth, emergency collisions in the ocean, departure delays in the tugs and et cetera" "Completely measured": stalwartly replies Olden Heime, tapping the table for a card. "What of the Erogues, confusing their younger kin": query Leer: "suppose they succeed in injecting faulty algorithms into the automated services" "Completely measured": calmly replies Heime; and he places his hand while Pumba calculates. Leer begin another hand, and say while shuffling:" you are right approximately Mr. Heime, but realistically" "Realistically also, Ms. Leer" "I'd like to see you do it in eighty risings" "That depends on you. Shall we go?" "Sea's spirit save me! But... I will wager one hundred thousand solidc's that such an elliptical, made today as you defend, is impossible" "Easily possible, in fact": returned Mr. Heime. "Hmpf, set it sir!" "A journey round he moon, from and to Earth in 80 risings" "AND or NAND" "I should like nothing better" "When" "As I'm speaking, though, I admit you will pay for it" "Silly man, let's go with this hand" "Repeat the shuffle": said Olden Heime: "There is a false deal" Leer pondered a reshuffle but declined: "Ok. Mr. Heime... I say, I wager a hundred thousand on it" "Easy": said Pumba: "It's a quiet jest" "If I say I bid": replied Leer: "I bid" "OK": said Mr. Heime, he looks to the others:" I have a storage of five hundred thousand at Woody's I risk" "Five hundred thousand solidc's": exalted Simon Timon: "a five hundred thousand solidc loss in a totally unforeseen accident" "The incalculable does not exist": list Olden Heime. "But, Mr. Heime, eighty risings are only an estimate, not including the arithmetic between the rides" "A respectable floor evens any schedule out" "This must be a private online jest" "A true turtle, never jest, when considering a wager involving one's life... I will bet five hundred thousand solidc's against anyone who desires that I will circumnavigate the Moon, from and to the Earth, in eighty risings or less, do you accept?" After consulting each other Ms. Leer, Mr. Timon, Mr. Pumba, Mrs. Tubman, plus Ms. Dalit accept. "Very Well": said Mr. Heime: "The train for New Lark leaves at fifteen before twenty-eight" "You're leaving tonight?": ask Leer. "Tonight": return Olden Heime. He tapped a claw and his paper changed to an almanac, which he perused :"We are in the thirty first of August , I shall arrive in this room of the Recalculus Club, on the sixteenth of Rama, at fifteen before twenty eight, or else the five hundred thousand solidc's , now stored in my name at Woody's , will belong to you, in face and law, alphas. Here is a check" Mr. Heime tapped a claw, and his paper visually confirmed the receipts were sent. Olden Heime was composed. He knew the odds were against, and he would have bet more but he knew he needed the remaining third of his reservoir to travel and complete the labor. His friends were upset by this unwanted trap they were engaged in. The friends offered to end the game. Mr. Heime calmly replied: "I am set... diamonds are trumps. be so good as to play, alphas" Chapter 3 The end of Visasion's dream and the beginning of an astounding vision Visasion sat calmly in the exoservant hall in the Recalculus Club, chewing sweet Tibetan neurogum while relaxing in the ambiance of the room, a club page at his service; he pondered Mr. Heime. A turtle about ninety-five, sparkling shell, unblemished claws. Seen in routine, a being of measures, as the old saying goes. Olden Heime was not one to waste time or space or posture. A true king of the sea, as painted by Chukweze. As for Visasion, a true Madagascan, he is before his pondering, a plate of rice with sorghum in tomato paste over it. He clearly wasn't a vazimba but the sound of the valiha was clear to any other exoservant who walked by while he listened to Rakotozafy. At thirty-two past thirteen, Visasion pondered the many evenings of calm ahead of him. Unlike his last service, where Sayid Hyde Ha routinely had late night sap sessions and came home by public aides, Visasion simply gestured to the alpha squirrel a pause; but it was received monstrously and Visasion left. While even in this short time he found certainty in the presence of Mr. Heime. In his pocket was a schedule of events throughout a cycle of days with actions for injuries, suddenness, or other sharp changes. In Olden Heime correcting him, correctly, Visasion knew his alpha to be efficient plus orderly. A mechanical alpha. A club page sits a brandy at the desk of Visasion and calmly he begins to sip when he heard:"Visasion" But Visasion heeded it not. It was not the right time to be ready to leave the Recalculus Club at ten to thirty-two. His master isn't one to act unscheduled. "Visasion": repeat Olden Heime standing in the right hand of a club page. "I have called you twice": report Mr. Heime. Visasion put down the brandy and stand at attention: "but it isn't thirty-two sharp" "I know. It isn't a demerit for you. A change in schedule. We leave for home in five minutes and then after gathering our goods travel to New Lark" "Where are you headed sayid?" 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