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       Hydron has definitely become more populous and bioluminescent since my last visit.
       In addition to small translucent fire and dragonflies and tiny service hexacopters:  a
lot of people and androids flew through its green corridors.
       Everyone hurried and buzzed lively.
       Whisper:  in a mint nurse's uniform:  informed me with her purple lips:  that Lena had
left about an hour ago: "and she didn't say where."
       "Unimaginable:" I winked at her.
       "The Captain came for her:" she explained protectively:   "they talked about something
for a while and then left."
       "Thank you sweetheart."
       On the way to the bridge: I met Robert  in a highly reactive company of chemists   and
metallurgists.
       "Girls are in the HA-R warehouse - we've made a temporary genie dormitory there."
       "So I have to return towards the port.. and?"
       "Into the blue door next to the workshops: and: at the end of the hall: to the left  -
there are bronze arrows - turn on your navigation Chef."
       "I don't like it:" I said: wrinkling my nose: "I feel like a robot."
       "Then you can follow your inborn sense of smell:"  said Butterfly  with his wide smile
and squeezed my shoulder:  "will you tell Alia that the moon earrings she left in the gym are
now with me?"
       Beyond the blue door: my innate sense of smell: really identified Lena's faint sandal-
wood scent: and behind the last arrow: many crates: bundles of cables and bunk beds - I found
her bending over the motionless Oliver: 
       "This one is fine too. No short: no malfunction: nothing."
       "Ladies. Adam. What's up?"
       "Carlos: Teresa and these two didn't come to work today:"  Alia said pointing her hand
at the next bed. On each of the mattresses lay one resting avatar.
       "They disappeared.." I said and crouched down to craneman Tim.
       He slept on his stomach completely like a human.   His right hand was between his legs
and half his ass was sticking out of his sweatpants: "he doesn't seem to be breathing -  he's
in the land. We also lost a welder yesterday:"  I placed my palm on Tim's spine:  "maybe your
mysterious guest could tell us something about it.. Magdalena..?"

       Tim's back moved.