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The inside of the ship reminded Michiko of a luxury yacht—mahogany wood trim everywhere, marble floors in the airlock.
Several men and women in white suits greeted them. Everyone was so friendly and seemed to go out of their way to please Michiko and her parents.
Maybe they weren't so friendly. Maybe it was the medication Michiko was taking, distorting her reality. But around every corner was another smile.
Huxley wheeled Michiko down a brightly lit hallway to a circular door.
“Here's where I leave you,” he said, opening the door.
The room was a hospital shaped pod identical to the room that Michiko was in, with a space for the bed, a couch, and two chairs. A television played the Galactic News on mute.
Michiko thought the room looked bigger, but maybe it was the medicine playing
