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Heaven is Other Roko INA part 2
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The chalk ticked repeatedly as the master wrote on the board. The master, a heavyset brok, was quite old, though not to say feeble. He was a hundred and ten still fit compared, even compared to some of the young students who were just now growing out of their teens, and had grown up on a sedentary lifestyle. Even the room was mostly spared from the summer heat, though the magic was only temporary and the number of warm bodies pushed that temperature back up.
"You have to forget all you know about distribution and logistics," he said, "what we reserve for a national scale, they imparted to every individual in every culture, save for the occasional small, isolated village. The basis for this system is what, Sharikola?" he said, without turning away from the board.
Shari froze, halfway through the curtain that divided the room from the outside. The other adolescents snickered, all of them sitting of laying on cushions that filled the room, either on the bench lining its perimeter or simpl