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left?) The form spoke absently. (Oh, left. That’s another department. Don’t want to get them mixed up.) (Oh, yeah.) Then perceiving the form more clearly: (Hey, who are you?) (Ident Entry Director. ED. Just call me Ed.) (Ed.) BB opened curiously. (You ever been through this human stuff?) Ed was silent for a moment, pulling in old rote. (Yeh. Coupla times.) BB drifted aimlessly about the station. The Entry Director hovered motionless, inward and closed. BB ventured, (Busy operation you got here.) Ed opened slightly. (Yeh.) (Must be a lot more organization than appears on the surface, huh?) (Yeh.) (You must have picked up some pretty strong rote being here.) (Yeh.) BB reached out without much result. (Haze is strange stuff. Cuts your percept back to near nothing.) (Yeh.) (Effect of the TSI, huh?) (Yeh.) BB rotated slightly, then did a few quick spirals. (We got a game back home where we do as many as a hundred of these one after the other. Pretty neat, huh?) (Yeh.) (But you got to keep in practice if you’re going to stay in the game.) (Yeh.) BB did several more tight spirals, then relaxed. (My friend will come back to the Station when he’s through, won’t he? Back here?) (Yeh.) (Good, I can’t miss him.) (Yeh.) BB blanked. (I can?) Ed popped open. (What?) (My friend has to come back here to the Station, doesn’t he?)