Crystal waved at the growing crowd in the cafeteria. It was exactly halfway between the midday and evening meals, a time when the cafeteria was usually empty, except for a few people who liked to take a break from work and talk over a hot beverage from the self-service station. “Looks like a public gathering of protestors,” Fisher said, leaning over the service counter to get a better look. “By my count, there are about forty people.” Demonstration crowds had been reported with growing frequency in other sectors of First Quadrant during the past two moon cycles, but Crystal hadn’t heard of any in sector one, until now. What surprised her the most was that civilians of the manufacturing and engineering classes intermingled with members of the intelligentsia. They all seemed to share the same goals as small clusters gathered in hushed, but intense, conversations. Crystal gave these men and women a lot of credit for their bravery, or perhaps they were merely foolish. Each of them risked capital punishment just by being in this room, as the Council had already sentenced several members of the Open Air Society to death for treason.
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