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Chapter Seven Recycler Adria reminded herself that sighing was bad for one’s integral morale. She had spent too much time interviewing service personnel. Their inconsequential, disconnected manner of conversation was time-consuming and annoying, even to a recycler programmed for patience and empathy. Adria took a moment to reset her inner tolerance and responsiveness levels. She sat up straighter. If this investigation took time, then it was time well spent in the service of the Pale. In these PPA days, nothing proceeded in its usual fashion. A culture of ‘make-do’ prevailed. Well, Adria would have to make do with the ramblings of her informant. The information to which Serviceman Jeris had access could well prove to be valuable. The time it took to extract that data and re-record it ont