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Helmets came off. Cilia relaxed. Pseudopods morphed into arms and legs. Joni Janders knew the Microsian… knew her well. The paramecium-ride over from the colony had bonded them. But the man in front of her, this James Ford… he was a mystery. Suddenly her osmotic diving suit felt uncomfortably revealing.