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Security Camera

My 25-years-older clone left the bullpen to go home, and then I realized that I had a question to ask her. So I jogged after her, poked my head out of the security door into the main lobby, and asked the Cute Desk Guy if he'd seen -- Oh! There she is! And I did a little happy butt-waggling dance of triumph.

Cute Desk Guy snickered. He let me know that my older clone had come out this door not two minutes before, and had done that exact same little dance. Furthermore, he said, it was on video -- the security camera in the lobby is not just monitored every now and then, it's always on.

I looked at him.

I turned pink.

I started giggling.

I, Unexpectedly-Falls-On-Ass Girl, am on video tape doing same from when I did that the other day.
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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