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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