After some awkward moments pass, the three board the A-Tram and head up the track to the Conference Deck. There are 8 other trams that arrive here simultaneously, but all of them are empty.
Bill sighs heavily, then dismounts, walking down the corridor and into the conference hall. The corridor is empty, not even the automatons have made it here. The conference hall, also, is empty. There are chairs for everyone—All 75,000 men and women, and all 25,000 automatons. The sound is relegated to the hum of the engines of the ship, the various sound systems and monitors. The monitors display only a simple "No Feed" message in white text over a blue screen.
An alert lights up Geo's watch. There are 7 minutes left before he B-Trams leave.
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