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really
helpful," Brell said. She sat back and crossed her arms.
    "See you in six months
for your first voluntary termination interview."
    "I look forward to
your visits. Always full of joy."
    Brell paused the
programme. She had seen enough. Actually, her father was a drunken
itinerant cargo pilot whom she could not remember seeing as a
child. He could have originated from anywhere, as her skin colour
is a lighter blue than most Celestians. Her mother was an intox
drunk whom she couldn’t wait to get away from.
    All thrown away; her
job, Gorst, and family life. Threw it all away. Glancing back at
the screen, she navigated to “Brell's Gallery”. There must be
something good here.
    She stood outside a
Police Corps building with a senior officer, being awarded a trophy
for performing a diligent weapon smuggling investigation.
Confident, relaxed, and smiling, a fulfilling career ahead of her.
This was just before she discovered Deep Yellow. That was the old
Brell, where has she gone?
    She snapped herself
back from the introspection, and without giving much thought, her
weak side had already made up its mind.
    Opening the back lid
of her sculpture, she took out the ampoule.

Chapter 7 - Inhab-47
    Williams spent some time in his office going
through the various schedules and actions en route to the studio
and holo worlds where the challenge would take place. It was an
untidy office, holo logs, cups, intox containers, and weed smoke
packets strewn across his desk. Images and sculptures were
hap-hazardly placed around the shelves.
    It had been a long day
already, what with working his way around the prison security and
performing the final viewing of the inmates with the Overseers.
None of them had any problem releasing their prisoner for the
Challenge; in fact, they wanted him to take a few more as reserves.
He felt relieved to be away from the prison planet, even though
being escorted by guards the whole time. A recurring feeling came
over him that he would be accidently locked in a cell and forgotten
about. However, he was happy with the choice of challengers, a good
mix to keep the audience interested.
    Turning off his
constant stream of holo and implant communications, he picked up
one of the Inhab-47 artefacts that he had brought back.
    "Inhab-47 playlist
one," he said and swivelled around to face a wall screen set to a
live stream of the view from his main office on Elytia. Skiffs,
tugs, trucks, and cabs skimmed along the sky lanes curling their
way around the capital. The tall, thin towers and spires a
silhouette against the yellow evening sky. A glowing Police Corps
vehicle flitted in and out of the traffic, screaming to another
emergency.
    Opening a carved
wooden box, he took out a wrapped weed smoke, touched it on the lid
to light it, and placed it in the side of his mouth. He relaxed
back and traced the artefact’s outline with his index finger,
whilst thinking about Inhab-47.
    ***
    Though requiring
various node jumps and hyper sleep, it was worth the effort.
Inhab-47 was the best of the listed inhabited worlds, most of which
were just moons with swamp creatures or insects. The definition of
‘inhabited’ was loose. Inhab-22 consisted of warring tribes, too
dangerous to study and many years from First Contact. Obtaining
Association permission to study Inhab-47 at close quarters had not
been too difficult due to the worlds flourishing technology.
    The inclusion of First
Contact specialist Soohan Klastriyx on the crew had been a good
decision. She would become invaluable to Williams. An Elytian, she
studied community behaviour and had been involved in First Contact
missions. Tall, with fading blonde hair, natural wrinkly face, not
the type for cosmetics, she was in her mid-sixties and enjoyed rock
climbing. Together with her historian husband, they frequently took
on projects in some of the furthermost parts of the Vorsan Galaxy
or just outside.
    She was good company,
as well, often regaling Williams with stories from