This station was identical to the last one, so leaving was almost like playing the video in reverse. Except, as expected, the art was different. And naturally my mind went there. A billion miles of topopolis is a hundred million transit stations—no, scratch that, four hundred million, if they followed each of the four rivers. Either the Quinlans produced a lot of art, or there would be duplications. I wondered for a moment if there was an art mill somewhere, with Quinlans churning out statues and paintings.