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  The escorting of new arrivals from the Neon Colony corridor to the central government building was clearly an event of some note. Moments after the guard had ascertained that Lisa and Gerald were not, as suspected, errant Neon citizens who had wandered off, a large contingent of extremely heavily armored people had arrived. They were obviously police, and prepared for a much worse threat than Lisa or Gerald could possibly present. With little fanfare, Lisa and Gerald had been surrounded by officers who immediately began herding them toward the center of the colony.
  Perhaps the most unnerving thing was that their escort never said anything to them during the entire event. Lisa could barely see the surrounding colony, as their escort was almost uniformly taller than either she or Gerald. She heard muted voices, likely those of people on the streets that they passed, but she couldn't really make out a conversation. The only real certainty about their little group was that everyone was entirely too tense for their health. The officers were carrying what appeared to be a modified version of the standard police stunrod, and they carried them warily, as though they expected their visitors to become unruly at any moment. Lisa found herself wondering exactly what had conditioned the colony to treat newcomers in this manner. Whatever it was, she was sure she wouldn't like it.
  "Gentleman Gelas is approaching!" the officer in the lead shouted, without turning toward the rest of the group. Everyone stopped suddenly, and the escorts made some sort of salutation gesture.
  "Captain Zeal, what's going on here? Has there been another disturbance?" an unfamiliar voice requested from ahead.
  "No sir, there have been no demonstrations today, nor are there any in planning that I am aware of." the policeman replied in clipped formal tones. "However, we have come across two visitors from afar. This is the reason for your summons - forgive my rather abrupt notice."
  "Visitors? My God, this is even worse than the demonstrations. To the side, let me have a look at them!"
  The guards in front of Lisa and Gerald shuffled to the side rather quickly, allowing Lisa to see the person who was apparently in charge. He seemed an elder man, obviously harried by this unexpected intrusion into his daily routine.
  He regarded the two momentarily, then nodded. "Hello, I'm Gentleman Gelas, and I'd like to welcome you to Neon Colony. I take it that, from the direction you're approaching, you're natives of Helium next door."
  "Yes sir." Lisa said tentatively, hoping that she was sounding respectful enough. The last thing they needed right now was to offend the very people who they were supposed to live with for the rest of their lives.
  If Gelas was offended, he didn't seem it. "I apologize for the armed escort, but it's necessary with the recent upsurge in demonstrations. We wouldn't want new visitors to be injured."
  Something of Lisa's alarm must have registered with the Gentleman. "Oh, don't let me give you the wrong impression of our colony - there's very little chance that you'll be hurt. We just don't want to take any chances. Life's different here in Neon..." his expression turned dour for a moment. "But not to worry - you'll be given all the details you need." He smiled again as he started walking in the direction they had been going. The police captain motioned everyone to follow, and soon the entire procession was moving through the colony once again.

  At least the chair was comfortable, Lisa found herself thinking. The room in which she now found herself was dimly lit (much like the rest of Neon colony seemed, she reflected) and slightly smaller than she might like. After they had arrived at what she assumed was the central government building, she and Gerald had been separated almost immediately. Gentleman Gelas had only stayed momentarily, mostly to tell them not to panic. So Lisa decided that this was routine, and that no harm was going to befall her. At least, she hoped that all was routine, and that she wasn't in danger.
  The only thing that had happened thus far was her internment in this particular room. There were two chairs, and a screen on the far wall. She certainly hoped that this wasn't going to be her permanent room - for one thing, it lacked a bed.
  She sighed to herself. Did she really want a permanent place in this colony anyway? It had seemed such a simple thing when Gerald had suggested it years back - visit the other colonies, get out of their daily rut, see new things. She didn't know it was going to change her life. And she wasn't sure she at all cared for Neon colony. She was willing to wait, though. No sense adding another rash decision to the ones she had already committed.
  There was a small chiming noise, remarkably similar to the one Alice used to notify people she was listening. Lisa instantly looked to her personal communicator, but it remained silent. "What the?"
  The chiming noise sounded again as she got up, searching for the source. It hadn't come from the communicator - was there a terminal with a connection to the ship's computer in the room? Had Alice been wrong about the colonists? No, if there was a terminal hookup here, Alice would know about it.
  The door to the room opened then, and a man Lisa didn't recognize stepped in. "My apologies, miss, but you didn't answer the chime. I was wondering if you were okay?"
  Lisa nearly laughed out loud, but managed to restrain herself. It wasn't so much that she'd mistaken the door chime for the computer chime, it was that the door chime was the same chime as the door chime from Helium Colony! There was only a slight difference between someone at the door and the computer listening, and usually she picked up on the difference. She supposed that she was hoping for Alice to still come in and guide her.
  "No sir, I was just... lost in thought. It's quite a change from my home."
  The man smiled. "Ah, such thoughts are understandable. But where are my manners? I'm Reverend Sevens."
  "I'm Lisa Neff." Lisa extended her hand to the other, who shook it heartily and then gestured toward the seats.
  "Have a seat, please. There's much we have to discuss. Your colleague is likely having this same talk with my colleague, so when you next see him, you'll have the same information. First off, I'm a member of the colony Guidanceship, and it's my job to oversee matters of faith and doctrine. I'm here to help show you what Neon Colony is all about."
  Lisa found her way back to the seat she had been occupying before, and Reverend Sevens sat across from her, leaning forward to talk to her. He was young, it seemed to Lisa, at least for someone enrolled in what apparently was a priesthood.
  Sevens paused for a moment, and then continued. "Our last contact with the people of your colony is documented in our records, and occurred about a hundred years ago. If you wish, you can meet the descendants of these people, to get an idea as to how they adapted. Some of our information about your home may be out of date, and I'll ask that you correct me if there is anything I say that's changed."
  Lisa nodded, and the reverend continued. "From what I know of your colony, a great deal of technology is used. From such minor things as the personal communicator you wear, to communications with the ship's computer which misguidedly ferries us to our destination. That is not the way here in Neon colony. We use technology as well, but it is technology that we have developed ourselves, without the aid of the ship's computer. Every technological creation we plan to implement is thoroughly debated by the Guidanceship which I serve. Anything that might prove disruptive to our stability, we do not allow pursued. It is a philosophy that has served us well."
  "Your personal communicator, you can keep, but it will be quite useless here - transmissions, we've discovered, will not breach the seal that ordinarily prevents people from crossing over. I would advise you not to wear it in public, as it will mark you as an outsider. The sooner you can wean yourself from its presence, the better you will be able to adapt to our society."
  Sevens paused momentarily, sitting back in the chair. "Now, I'm sure there's a lot you'd like to know about the colony. Please, feel free to ask anything."
  Lisa considered for a moment. She wasn't sure she'd like this - her goal was entertaining, but she was hoping to use a bit of her Expert Computing as well. At the very least, she'd find out one thing. "Your philosophy sounds very interesting to me. Still, I'd be curious to know its source - I was lead to understand that there was a breakdown in society after the captain ordered separation for the colonies. Was the result your Guidanceship?"
  The reverend smiled and seemed slightly amused by this. "A great many people from your colony have this impression, which is not exactly true. The Guidanceship was the only group to survive the collapse of society after the Great Disaster, true, but we originated long before that. We were a minute sect on Earth, but we believe firmly that the Interdiction had been placed on our solar system for a reason, by some higher power. As you likely know, the mission of this ship was to subvert this Interdiction, and to visit a neighboring star. Our group on Earth predicted dire consequences for any who dared to flout the barrier that had been placed for our own protection. Priests of the Guidanceship had been placed aboard this vessel, in the hopes of warning the crew, but to no avail. Society, as you put it, broke down almost immediately after the Interdiction. The reason for this is simple:"
  "The Great Disaster that had been prophesied had come to pass"

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