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[nobody_youknow]

A boy in his late teens, easily overlooked, wanders down a gangplank and looks around. His large eyes are gray, as are his clothes, and his haircut seems self-administered. Looking around the Nexus--the people more numerous and varied than his home town, the sky even stranger than that over Guhlheim, if less hostile--he reaches the only conclusion

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[tastes_of_honey]

Because it isn't America. You're in the wrong place. "They" probably don't know this place exists.

[nobody_youknow]

"Maybe not," the boy replies thoughtfully. "I don't think it's in the lists."

[tastes_of_honey]

Probably not. The place surprised the hell out of me when I first arrived. It has its compensations though.

[nobody_youknow]

"Oh? What does it have?" Ah, the eternal wonder of youth.

[tastes_of_honey]

People you'd never meet anywhere else and a lot of information.

[nobody_youknow]

He smiles. "I like the sound of that."