[Silco’s assessment of the GSV on which they find themselves is not wrong, and besides, Demeisen isn’t particularly inclined to go into particulars when it comes to the mistaken assumptions the man is obviously making. Yes, most of the passengers aboard the ship aren’t on any kind of holiday; they live here. Lives are begun and concluded aboard GSVs; families stroll about in the parkland; people and drones learn about the galaxy in the ship’s university. But it’s all luxury, by any definition, and it’s close enough to being the same, in the end.
When Silco leans fully inside the shaft and reaches up to begin climbing, Demeisen waits where he is, holding the door as though there were actually an elevator car stopped for them and somebody was rushing to catch it. At the edge of his senses, he’s keeping part of his attention on the movement of the car servicing this column; from the movement of the cables, it’s somewhere above them and climbing. If it drops back down, however, they can always move over to one of the other sides, assuming another elevator car doesn’t rush past at the same time.]
Oh, I have a poor opinion of plenty of people, [he says breezily.] They’re not special. Still, endless space gets boring after a while. Even the dumbest fucks I’ve met on ships like this seem worth chatting up after long enough with nothing but celestial bodies and hard vacuum for ambience.
[With that, he steps into the elevator shaft to hover in place, looking up at Silco’s climbing form as the doors sink slowly closed in his wake.]
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[Silco’s assessment of the GSV on which they find themselves is not wrong, and besides, Demeisen isn’t particularly inclined to go into particulars when it comes to the mistaken assumptions the man is obviously making. Yes, most of the passengers aboard the ship aren’t on any kind of holiday; they live here. Lives are begun and concluded aboard GSVs; families stroll about in the parkland; people and drones learn about the galaxy in the ship’s university. But it’s all luxury, by any definition, and it’s close enough to being the same, in the end.
When Silco leans fully inside the shaft and reaches up to begin climbing, Demeisen waits where he is, holding the door as though there were actually an elevator car stopped for them and somebody was rushing to catch it. At the edge of his senses, he’s keeping part of his attention on the movement of the car servicing this column; from the movement of the cables, it’s somewhere above them and climbing. If it drops back down, however, they can always move over to one of the other sides, assuming another elevator car doesn’t rush past at the same time.]
Oh, I have a poor opinion of plenty of people, [he says breezily.] They’re not special. Still, endless space gets boring after a while. Even the dumbest fucks I’ve met on ships like this seem worth chatting up after long enough with nothing but celestial bodies and hard vacuum for ambience.
[With that, he steps into the elevator shaft to hover in place, looking up at Silco’s climbing form as the doors sink slowly closed in his wake.]