2 INTERIM
2253 A.D. DAY TWO AT TAU Ceti
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SHEILA, TOM, CHERI, Sam, Shelba and I were all having a good time at Starkle’s Hideaway, a low-class drinking establishment two-thirds of the way up the central causeway on Praxis. Fido and Dixie, the Pixie Sabertooth belonging to Shelba, were play fighting between the chairs and tables in the bar room.
The get-together was officially a working social meeting. By tacit agreement, the intention was that a minimum of work would be done, and a maximum of drinking and socializing. It was generally agreed that we were the most deserving group of humans of a 'let your hair down' sort of shindig of any group in the history of the human race! By God, we had just planted our second colony in as many centuries! By ourselves, we had seeded our kind
