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Wren Hex-Yemenni woke early. They had to teach her everything from scratch, and there wasn't time for her to learn anything new before she hit fifty and had to be expired. "Watch it," the other techs told me when I was starting out. "You don't want a Hex on your hands." By then we were monitoring Wren Hepta-Yemenni. She fell into bed with Dorado ambassador 214, though I don't know what he did to deserve it and she didn't even seem sad when he expired. When they torched him she went over with the rest of the delegates, and they bowed or closed their eyes or pressed their tentacles to the floors of their glass cases, and afterwards they toasted him with champagne or liquid nitrogen. Before we expired Hepta, later that year, she smiled at me. "Make sure Octa's not ugly, okay? Just in case-for 215." Wren Octa-Yemenni hates him, so it's not like it matters. Rated PG for political machinations and waiting…

EP058: Shadowboxer