Hearing someone coming down the hall, Aida felt a pang of panic and moved with her first instinct- hide. Quickly looking around, she ducked into a nearby open doorway and pressed her back against the wall, listening carefully to the footsteps. Once she deemed it safe enough, she carefully peered around the doorway to look at the retreating back.
It was another mudokon, as far as she could tell; male, with almost purpleish skin. He seemed to have lots of tattoos- she wondered about this for a few moments, then glanced at the direction he had come. Perhaps...
She slipped from the empty room- storage, she assumed- and moved quietly down the hallway.
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"Sick cultures show a complex of symptoms such as you have named . . . but a DYING culture invariably exhibits personal rudeness. Bad manners. Lack of consideration for others in minor matters. A loss of politeness, of gentle manners, is more significant than is a riot."
-- Robert Heinlein in Friday
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