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Welcome to Phoenix, Day 1254.

We hear the helicopters at night, of course; sometimes they only zoom by once or twice; sometimes they circle the whole night long. Usually we don't notice when we're asleep.

This is the first time I've heard the loudspeaker, though. We know where you are. Come out with your hands up.

I blame my window. It isn't staying sealed shut like it's supposed to, and that doesn't keep the noise out half as well as it used to.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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