She returned to bar 01. They talked.
“Nautilus is the oldest continent,” she began, thinking of the center again.
“Sansara,” corrected Woody.
“*No*.”
“Not any more at least,” she furthered after a weighted pause.
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They entered “Lime House” together.
“Philip,” Baker spoke. “You may want to sit down for this one.”
“You didn’t create Second Life,” Wheeler blurted out. She couldn’t wait.
Sunklands 