"No, no." Willoe's head shook a bit more emphatically for a moment. Then - as if something, another possible world perhaps - had invaded her consciousness - as soon as she made another little, brief glance over at Aaesha, she paused. "Well but, there really was a time for that, you know? When a thing like that could happen in someone's real, actual life….. during our parents's times."
"I suppose..." But Aaesha doesn't know. She doesn't know the stories. Not much about the sociological backgroundings neither; those wide lives, all the options they had; the international trade agreements; the endless rivers of containers sliding in and out through night-lit harbours as though they were some magnanimous gift - with their widths, depths and masses easily comparable to.... but, oh my god, why was she thinking about... cargo containers? Had she ever not cared less about anything in her whole life? She is, after all, though, only another a math-shamaness — a girls-doing-STEM girl who'd shown off sufficient amounts of the proper enthusiasms and aptitudes at an early enough age, and was later trained up among the new kinds of hyper-specialized, technico-wonderchildren who'd been slated in those days to be taking over the world. That other stuff is not within of her scope. The economics, the dynamics. The symbolisms. All the goods, the choices.
But it didn't matter....
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