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- Men and women fly. They shimmer Gold and Silver. Those are the only
- Colors I see in the sky. Their gravBoots carry them about like gods, the
- technology so much more graceful than the clumsy gravBoots our keepers
- wear in the mines. A young man soars past my window, his skin burnished,
- his hair fluttering loosely behind him as he carries two bottles of wine
- toward a nearby garden spire; he's drunk and his wobbling through the air
- reminds me of a time I saw a drillBoy's air system break down in his
- frysuit; he gasped for oxygen as he died, twitching and dancing.
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