Part I: As above, so below
Bill eyed the Kid for a moment - or appeared to; it was impossible to say for sure with the shades - and then remarked:
"Alright. Well, you know, there's a first time for everything; I'd never had Dr. Zing before I ended up here. Now I drink way too much. My dentist just warned me to cut down."
"Well. Out the gate, let's do a little Orientation 101." He indicated the general expanse of the place with a hand.
"Looks like you're on a planet, right? But you're not. The space here is finite, and recursive. You travel a quarter mile out of the city, any direction - including out into the water - and you end up at the opposite side, at the same distance. Upward is the exception to that rule -- for you fliers, you can get about four and a half miles altitude. And past that point, it'll feel like you're still gaining, but when you look down, you'll see you're not."
He procured a soda for himself, removed the lid, took a swig.
"Now, it may ease your mind to know you've arrived in a spot where folks typically come in. Five at once is unusual, for sure -- but doesn't break any records." Bill had a second sip.
"And, it's normal for there to be a greeter. Some of us - like yours truly - develop a kind of sense for impending arrivals, and actually get paid to do this, in fact. It's one reason the Doc chose me, over a few others. Nothing about this is too out of the ordinary for an Arrival."
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