Maria was speaking in a mix of English and Portuguese on her comm device, speaking to someone on Dhara, perhaps. And you were thinking of seeds and the homeless of that old Saur-Antriksham, the way station of your childhood. Is the copy of a boy another boy, or does the process add or subtract something, you think. A little boy inside a little boy inside a big boy inside a man. Listen to the susurrus of the wind when you reach the place you called a summer home in childhood.