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It had been ages since Sam Carter climbed a tree.
The last time she'd even remotely thought about it had been her first conversation with her Replicator duplicate, several years ago. The other Samantha Carter talked about how even though she'd never been there before, she remembered the willow tree in her backyard and the way that the wind in the leaves sounded exactly like rain. Sam had remembered that willow tree, and the pecan tree a few yards away that had the best limbs for climbing. Sometimes she'd come home from school and take her math homework up the tree and sit there with her back against the trunk while she worked. (This often took a while, since Sam had been the kind of girl who, when the teacher assigned "numbers 1-30, even", did all thirty problems and the bonus questions at the bottom, then went on to the next chapter to work ahead.)
Sam wasn't sure what made her think of that, since these days she rarely thought about her childhood and even less about her Replicator duplicate if she could help it. Maybe it was that this tree, about halfway between New Atlantis and the compound--while not a pecan tree--reminded her of that tree in her backyard, or maybe that she was bored, or maybe...well, who knew. Whatever the reason, before she'd thought about it too much, she gripped the sturdiest branch in reach, pushed off the ground, and swung her legs up onto it. Thankfully she was wearing jeans, so she didn't get scraped on the bark, and it only took a moment before she was sitting up on the limb, legs dangling over the ground.
Maybe forty-two was too old to be climbing trees, but Sam didn't care. The view was nice up here.
The last time she'd even remotely thought about it had been her first conversation with her Replicator duplicate, several years ago. The other Samantha Carter talked about how even though she'd never been there before, she remembered the willow tree in her backyard and the way that the wind in the leaves sounded exactly like rain. Sam had remembered that willow tree, and the pecan tree a few yards away that had the best limbs for climbing. Sometimes she'd come home from school and take her math homework up the tree and sit there with her back against the trunk while she worked. (This often took a while, since Sam had been the kind of girl who, when the teacher assigned "numbers 1-30, even", did all thirty problems and the bonus questions at the bottom, then went on to the next chapter to work ahead.)
Sam wasn't sure what made her think of that, since these days she rarely thought about her childhood and even less about her Replicator duplicate if she could help it. Maybe it was that this tree, about halfway between New Atlantis and the compound--while not a pecan tree--reminded her of that tree in her backyard, or maybe that she was bored, or maybe...well, who knew. Whatever the reason, before she'd thought about it too much, she gripped the sturdiest branch in reach, pushed off the ground, and swung her legs up onto it. Thankfully she was wearing jeans, so she didn't get scraped on the bark, and it only took a moment before she was sitting up on the limb, legs dangling over the ground.
Maybe forty-two was too old to be climbing trees, but Sam didn't care. The view was nice up here.