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Jackie ignored her. A notebook. And there it was. With race results, we’d be able to figure out exactly what you would have run in your prime.

“Hey!Shrimp!”* * *“Éfeso, Esmirna, Pérgamo, Tiatira,” the Russian was reciting, from his perch on top of the pilothouse. The one that put everyone under. Beyond them Nakada saw a collection of boxy concrete buildings of increasing size, culminating in a two-hundred-meter dome, its sliding roof a patchwork of broken girders and tattered sheet metal. It kicked me.