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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 he can. And, proceeding from that conclusion, he voices a question in a tone of hushed awe: "why didn't they say America was anything like this?"