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for a lot of people, human and Workers. And we like eating them! But we want protein too, so we encourage the sheep and goats to give lots of milk and we don’t often eat them, only at special festivals. And so fish are very important, and fishing is important, and worth the risk.
    It’s not only our City, the Remnant, that relies on the fish. We salt and smoke and freeze them and send them to the inland cities. Back in Greece, before Zeus brought them here, all the cities had been on islands in a warm sea, a deep blue sea with coasts close all around. (It’s hard to imagine a warm sea, though I’ve seen enough pictures of it to have a good idea of the color.) Now we and the Amazons are on the coast of a cold ocean, which has islands and other continents that we’ve only partly explored. The other cities, still in the same positions relative to us and to each other, are scattered about inland on a volcanic plain. Fortunately the Workers have built the electric rail, so we can move goods and people relatively easily. And fish are an important part of that, and only we and the Amazons can fish, so we do. And because fishing is both important and somewhat dangerous, naturally it’s classified as Silver.
    Now, being properly Platonic, which we do try to be most of the time here in the Original City, that ought to mean everyone who works on a fishing boat is Silver. And most of the time that’s true. But for fishing, you need a minimum of two people, and three or four is better. And at that time I had two crazy crew members who weren’t Silvers at all. Hilfa is Saeli, which wouldn’t stop him being a citizen and having a metal; plenty of Saeli have taken their oaths. But Hilfa was young, not that I had any idea what that meant for a Saeli. And at that time, he wasn’t yet part of a pod the way most grown Saeli are. He had only been here for two years. He told me he was still studying—though whether he was studying us or fish or what, I didn’t know. And I say “he” but that’s not clear at all either. The Saeli need three genders to reproduce, but most of the time they don’t take any notice of gender at all, and while they have a bunch of pronouns for different things, gender isn’t one of them. Hilfa said “he” feels most comfortable for him in Greek, so that’s what I used. What he has between his legs seemed to be a sort of scrunched-up green walnut shell. I saw it often enough, because on the boat he mostly wore a red webbing vest and nothing else, being as Saeli are pretty much comfortable naked in temperatures that make humans want to huddle up. Dion says in Greece we were comfortable naked, and what that says to me is that we should have stayed there and let the Saeli have Plato. Not that they’re native here either; far from it. They showed up in a spaceship about twenty years ago, meaning twenty years after our Relocation. They first came here when I was ten. And weren’t we pleased to see them after trying to deal with the weird Amarathi! Before we met the Saeli, dealing with the Amarathi was almost a full-time job for Arete, being as their language is so odd that she was the only one who could speak to them at all and have any hope of getting through.
    So I had Hilfa on the boat every day, and he’s maybe not as strong as a human, and sometimes he does things that make no sense, but he’s better adapted to the temperatures, and he’s keen, always at work on time and ready to stay on late if needed. It was Dion’s decision to take him on, a year and a half ago, when Dion was still going out most of the time, before he broke his leg slipping on the icy deck last winter. (I told you it was dangerous.) Dion’s lucky it was his leg and not his neck, and lucky Hilfa caught him before he slid off the side and into the water. I’d not been sure about Hilfa at first, but I’d come to appreciate him even before