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Erica, Prillon Prime, Transport Room #27
At least when I transported this time, I came through in my dress. I might be an astronomer, but I wasn’t up on transporting. Molecules bending. Wormholes or something. Why Earth clothing—even the ugly IBP gown—hadn’t materialized when I’d come from the testing center, I had no idea.
Now was not the time to wonder more. Like Harry Potter and the flue powder, I was almost immediately somewhere new. The room looked identical, but Kaed and Ronan weren’t here. The transport tech was someone else and a pretty woman —a human woman—was standing at the bottom of the steps.
“You’re here! Yay!” She clapped her hands together in her excitement.
When I made my way off the pad, she pulled me into her arms. For once, there was a woman taller than me. If I
