John Percival Hackworth was an engineer. Most engineers were assigned to 
tiny rooms with fold-down beds, but Hackworth bore the loftier title of Artifex 
and had been a team leader on this very project, so he rated a second-class 
stateroom with one double bed and a fold-out for Fiona. The porter brought 
their overnight bags around just as Æther was clearing her 
mooring mast—a twenty-meter diamondoid truss that had already dissolved 
back into the billiard-table surface of the oval by the time the ship had 
turned itself to the south. Lying as close as it did to Source Victoria, the 
park was riddled with catachthonic Feed lines, and anything could be grown 
there on short notice.