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image began to blur and the pink glass darkened. Something was definitely happening to my vision, because colors began to swirl rather sickeningly in front of my eyes.
    “ See anything yet?” he asked through the loudspeakers.
    “ Nothing that makes any sense,” I replied truthfully.
    “ That’s just you traveling though time to reach your destination.”
    Yeah, right. More like you fiddling with the VR channel. But I didn’t say anything else, as the colors continued to flash. I was starting to feel rather queasy.
    “ Almost there… Ah… twenty-three twelve,” he announced proudly.
    Almost on cue the swirling miasma cleared and I caught sight of bright sunlight filtering through a huge domed ceiling. I blinked rapidly, feeling like my head was about to explode. The pressure against my face was so intense, I was about to rip the goggles off when I felt my whole body flung backward.
    Then I was falling, as though the floor had suddenly opened up beneath me.
    The back of my head struck the ground hard, jerking my eyes open, once again revealing that domed, sun dappled roof. Suddenly a number of unfamiliar faces filled my vision, blocking out the sunlight. They all started talking at once, almost deafening me.
    “ Move aside. Move aside,” boomed an authoritative voice, and the faces slipped back out of my line of sight. A fleshy, middle aged man appeared above me. “Are you all right Miss?” he asked, his brow creasing in concern.
    No one had called me ‘miss’ in a long time. It had been ‘ma’am’ or ‘madam’ for as long as I could remember, and once even ‘grandma’.
    “ Ah,” I croaked. “I – I think so.” That voice didn’t sound like mine. I cleared my throat several times.
    “ You fainted by the looks of it,” the genial man said. “Do you think you can get up yet?” He leaned forward and extended a hand. I saw he was wearing some sort of uniform, navy blue in color, with strange zigzag runes on the shoulders and an official-looking stylized symbol stamped onto the pockets, that looked like a mechanical bird, or spaceship in flight.
    I nodded, for some reason not trusting myself to speak. I placed my hand in his, and he easily pulled my up from the floor. He was obviously stronger than he looked, because I was no lightweight, having put on more kilos than I cared to count in the years spent nursing my mother.
    For a moment I swayed, my head once again spinning like it had a few moments earlier, as I tried to get used to being vertical again. The man steadied me with both his hands against my shoulders.
    I blinked, trying to get my bearings, now that the world had righted itself. I found myself surrounded by a group of very attractive young women, all wearing beautiful flowing satiny gowns of various colors and styles that accentuated their slim but curvy bodies.
    They all had lovely shiny hair, styled into various dos, and exquisite faces, not a single blemish marring their smooth skin. They represented a mixture of races. There was an Asiatic girl with shiny black hair all the way to her backside, a gorgeous African chick built like a sprinter, a sultry Latino or South American, and several fair skinned lasses from Celtic or Aryan backgrounds. I counted seven in total.
    What on earth must they be thinking about me, a fat middle-aged frump in their midst? I wondered, as my gaze drifted further afield.
    Across a wide expanse of tiles, I saw what looked like a loading dock leading to… what could only be described as a space ship.
    Hey prof, I hope you’re recording this, because you would absolutely adore this machine, I thought. It was as tall as a skyscraper, with giant thrusters that would put any twenty-first century rocket to shame. It gleamed golden under the midday sun, as it awaited a variety of goods that were being loaded into the enormous maw of its cargo bay. I blinked, realizing that the crew doing to loading weren’t people, but robots. They had Humanoid torsos and large