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. With a sigh of relief I started unzipping and shortly was fastening
in place my artificial foot.
Dry Bones is a village. Lucky Dragon is a small town. Hong Kong Luna is a
metropolis second only to Luna City. At the moment it did not look crowded but
this was the dead of the night; only night workers were up and around. Even
early risers had two more hours of sleep coming, no matter that it was broad
daylight outside.
But that almost deserted corridor still showed its big-city quality; a sign
over the suit racks read: USE THESE RACKS AT YOUR OWN RISK. SEE JAN THE
CHECKROOM MAN-BONDED AND INSURED-One Crown/One P-Suit.
Under it was a hand-written notice: Be smart-See Sol for only half a
crown-not bonded, not insured, just honest. Each sign had arrows, one pointing
left, one pointing right.
Gwen said, "Which one, dear? Sol, or Jan?"
"Neither. This place is enough like Luna City that I know how to cope with
it. I think." I looked around, up and down, spotted a red light. "There's a
hotel. With my foot back in place, I can take a p-suit under each arm. Can you
manage the rest?"
"Certainly. How about your cane?"
"I'll stick it through the belt of my suit. No itch." We started toward
that hotel.
Facing the corridor at the hotel's reception window a young woman sat
studying-transgenics, Sylvester's classic text. She looked up
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