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Originally Posted by Pyrotex
Okay, okay. I cave under the unrelenting demands of your literary hunger.
I shall post here just one more story. This is it. Maybe.
Child of Privilege
by Nelson Thompson
Sarachel didn’t mind being the only child in the Paradise Pavilion O’Neill. There was, in fact, a certain fame that derived from her unique status among the sixteen million residents. She was often recognized when she went exploring. And she went everywhere -- from the densely crowded barracks and farms of the residential levels, to the wide open spaces at the nogee axis....
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Great story dude, reminds me of the way Heinlein liked to show people from differnt points of view.
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Michael
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