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New Shen City had begun as a prestige project for what had once been called the People’s Republic of China, a vast toroidal hab revolving around a fusion-powered light array. Thanks to the Sino-Japanese War, the funds ran out somewhere during the fifth year of construction and it had eventually been completed by a consortium of orbiting mining concerns. It was now home to a good portion of the CAOS elite, rich folk of all stripes choosing to live on the idyllic six mile wide strip of parkland and pagodas. Watching the landscape grow through the shuttle window, I had to concede it had a definite allure, all the greenery and shimmering water such a contrast to the Escher infused confines of the Slab.
“Wonder if their PD has any vacancies,” Timor commented, staring through his own window
