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In the captain’s quarters of the Stephen Hawking, Holly was adjusting the décor. It was taking a little time to get used to the transient nature of the fixtures and fittings of the room, knowing that as soon as she exited her quarters the catoms would revert to their natural resting state and melt back into the shell of the ship. A few times she had almost left the room and then quickly turned and re-entered, just to see if she could catch the room in mid-transformation, but without success; it was almost as if the room was playing with her and was determined not to let her win this game of peek-a-boo. She didn’t ask any of the rest of the crew if they too played this game with their quarters but she imagined they probably did.
The bed was comfortable and spacious, and the source of a
