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The Deck, Wednesday Morning
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lockesthewayThe first thing Peter had done when the island moved was-- well, check his bottle of water, just to make sure no one'd slipped anything in it to turn him as nuts as half the people he'd met here so far.
The second thing he'd done was check and see if his internet connection was still holding. If this insane place messed up his plans - and that was starting to look like a distinct possibility - he was going to--
What, exactly?
The question kept bothering him. He didn't like it when he couldn't fully oversee all the possible consequences of something; it made planning for all the contingencies all but impossible.
But the internet connection was holding, and the weather was better than it had been. So on Wednesday morning he finally trudged out with his desk in hand and sat himself down on the deck. The flat little display produced a colorful screen through a holographic emitter that Peter could manipulate with his fingers.
He was doing his routine daily check of all the big blogs, poking around to see if anyone had responded to Demosthenes and Locke's latest essays. And doing up a nice, healthy, respectable tan in the process.
At least that couldn't go horribly wrong.
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The second thing he'd done was check and see if his internet connection was still holding. If this insane place messed up his plans - and that was starting to look like a distinct possibility - he was going to--
What, exactly?
The question kept bothering him. He didn't like it when he couldn't fully oversee all the possible consequences of something; it made planning for all the contingencies all but impossible.
But the internet connection was holding, and the weather was better than it had been. So on Wednesday morning he finally trudged out with his desk in hand and sat himself down on the deck. The flat little display produced a colorful screen through a holographic emitter that Peter could manipulate with his fingers.
He was doing his routine daily check of all the big blogs, poking around to see if anyone had responded to Demosthenes and Locke's latest essays. And doing up a nice, healthy, respectable tan in the process.
At least that couldn't go horribly wrong.
[[ open! ]]