TE-001: Six Minutes
The corridors of the sol united warship were all the same, identical branching hallways of pale marble lit with flouro-bulbs in golden sconces, brown doors labeled with machine-readable glyphic text that was indecipherable to the esper.
The Porn Note, Chapter 5: Life and Death on Line 3
"all sys-sol units, advance on -" "_sir, the building is gone._" "...what?" malcolm cut the communication, not wanting to keep it running when he might give something away.