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People have been vanishing. Not many, not often, not at a volume where we've noticed quickly, but a small number of the ones who initially arrived here have simply disappeared. They've been vanishing since before the doors into space opened, and at enough of a rate that we'd notice the diminishing number of suits if they were all falling off the station into the black.

Initially I had assumed it must be because this place is dangerous. If that were the case we should be tripping over the corpses by now. We clearly aren't.

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And what's lasagna?

[Asks Jasnah, trying not to think about the next bite she takes. This isn't something she hears much about, the food of other worlds.]

I didn't take you for a cook.

It's a layered dish that you bake in an oven. Back on Earth, it was made with pasta, a meat sauce - usually beef-, cheese, and tomatoes. But the Martian version, I have to say, is basically entirely soy. We ain't got space for cattle, so no cheese, no meet. Sometimes real tomatoes, if you can get em. I add mushrooms in mine, just 'cause it's a treat.

[ He offered her a warm smile. ]

Fancy myself a pretty decent one, all things considered. Least better than anyone else on my crew, though that ain't sayin' a whole hell of a lot.

'Pasta, beef, cheese, tomatoes, soy, cattle.'

[She enumerates the words she doesn't know for him, now with a mildly rueful smile. She's so much at a loss here.]

I take it you don't have chouta?

[ He gives her an apologetic look. ]

Pasta's a - well, it can be a lot of different things, but it's usually made of grain, mashed up into a dough and then cooked into shapes. Not like bread, though. We don't get a lot of it, 'cause wheat just ain't worth it's weight, up in space.

Beef is the meat you get from Cattle - it's a large animal that uh - well, I've never actually seen one, only pictures, so I ain't sure I could describe it.

Soy is a kind of bean, high in protein and when mashed up can be repurposed to make basically anything you damn well please. And tomatoes are a kind of fruit - not sweet, exactly, but they've got a great flavour an' most of 'em are bright red.

[ He wets his lips, then frowns. ]

Can't say I've heard of it. What is it?

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It's the kind of food that gets sold in a warcamp. Good enough that soldiers will spend their wage for it on payday, inexpensive enough to produce that it can be sold for just chips.

Cremlings and soulcast meats ground, shell and all, into a crunchy paste, seasoned with what can be found- a little fruit, a little spice. The entire thing wrapped in lavis dough and fried to a crisp.

It's mens' food, I'm not supposed to have tried it, but I'm not a very obedient Vorin.

Sounds delicious, if I'm honest. Though I ain't ever eaten anything that used to live in a shell - that don't mean I wouldn't.

[ He paused, though, looking a little surprised. ]

Mens' food? What's that mean? You separate food based on gender?

Food- recipes for men and for women. Tables. Kitchens, in very religious housholds.

Gender roles are different in Alethkar. Men here can seemingly all read, which was quite a shock to me.

[Alex's surprised turned into confusion, pulling his head back a little, his brows furrowed. ]

That's- Well, hell, that's weird. Sounds pretty damn inconvenient, too. I'm tryin' to imagine Naomi havin' to sit at a different table all the damn time.

Though her being the only one of us that was literate would actually kind of fit the theme, to be honest. She's a hell of a lot smarter than me. But that seems, uh - a little weird, don't it? To separate it based on gender, like that?

I mean, I know they did on Earth, back in the day, but...

There are symbolic exceptions for close quarters. Two separate cloths laid over a table, with serving dishes on each cloth. In lean times, you might prepare the same dish of vegetables and meat, with two tureens of sauce, once spiced and one sweet.

There are men who are intellectual, of course- all if this is absolutely stupid, based on superstition and religion, and it should largely be abolished.

[Adding, quickly, to be sure he knows she's reporting, not condoning.]

But a man who wished to read or do research would pledge himself to a devotary and become an ardent- a religious position.

[ He rubs the back of his head, clearly at a bit of a loss. ]

I ain't gonna lie, Jasnah. Sometimes you say things and it's like I know I can understand 'em but I don't really get them. Especially when you talk about your world.

Does that mean you ain't really used to livin' with men, like this?

I've traveled between cultures before, so I have a little experience in dealing with the profound shock of new customs- but yes. I'll admit it, living here is sometimes uncomfortable. I am a heretic, but propriety is still propriety.

[Even sitting, speaking this frankly with a man she isn't related to, outside of a formal political meeting, isn't something that happens to her often.]

What's the most different part, to you?

Well, I mean, the fact that ya'll can't even eat a meal together has pretty much topped that list. Food is pretty damn important, where I'm from, and sharin' a meal is how a family's 'sposed to bond. It's one of the best ways of expressin' love for each other, by makin' and sharin' food.

I'd have a hell of a time, tryin' to stick to that rule.

But if there's anythin' else I can do, to make you feel more comfortable here, you just gotta name it.

Thank you.

[She says, rather sincerely. Jasnah can't think of anything, but thinks it speaks rather highly of him for asking.]

You're a good man. It's worth the shock of the adjustment, you know- the list of things a woman can't be isn't as long here. You aren't punished for being the wrong kind of feminine.

[ His face pulled into a frown. ]

What do you mean, what a woman can't be? What's the wrong kind of feminine?

Oh. Any number of things. A member of the military.

[She says, first of all.]

Never mind a general. A political leader- the Alethi have always historically had kings. Or, on a smaller scale, unmarried at my age. The number of times I've been snarled at for rejecting some suitor...

[ Oh.

He's starting to get it now. He knows enough history to know that Earth wasn't like Mars. That there was a wide gender divide, where women were treated like property. But it was hundreds of years ago. Almost ancient history. ]

Well that just sounds like a pile of horse shit. [ A half second later, even though he would normally not even notice, Jasnah was always so proper: ] Pardon my language. But that just don't make any sense.

I mean, I ain't about to speak for Gunny, but I'm pretty sure if someone told her she couldn't be military or that she had to get married she'd laugh in their face an' then plant 'em in the floor.

I need to meet her. That's been almost exactly my approach.

[She answers, cheerily enough.]

Go on. Tell me more about your world. Worlds? [The comparison is always interesting to her.] Or about Gunny.

[ He grins, at that. Anyone sharing traits with Bobbie was a good sign, by him. ]

Hell, I can give her a call right now, if you want. She's probably better equipped to give you her story than I am.

Worlds. Technically. We're both from Mars, and as far as I know, we're the only ones here who are. It was colonised by Earth, hundreds of years ago, but our philosophy is a hell of a lot different than theirs was. Or is.

We don't have the luxury of wastin' resources. Whether that be human talent or physical items. It don't matter a jot what your gender is. If you can fly, they're gonna set you flyin'. If you're a genius, probably to engineerin'. The entire planet is focused on one thing - making the surface livable, and protectin' Mars until it is. Everythin' else is secondary.

Please. [She says, welcoming more company, though;] Perhaps in the bar?

[Since they're both almost finishing eating. In the meantime she's got a few more things that she'd like to know.]

If the surface isn't liveable- does that mean that you have buildings sealed like this one?

Yeah, I'll shoot her a text. [ He pulled out his phone, typed in 'Hey, Gunny, come meet me in the bar, I wanna introduce you to somebody. and then turned his attention to Jasnah. ]

Yeah, that's right. A little different, be we live in domes. Inside we grow plants just like on earth, and the air is breathable, but outside its all red rock and dust, with an atmosphere so thin you'd choke, and enough radiation to give you a bad time.

'Radiation?'

[Asks Jasnah, brow creasing. This is probably going to be another 'space is terrible' conversation for her, honestly. Roshar's science hasn't come that far.]

What will it do to you?

[ He gave her a look that clearly read 'oh boy'. ]

Uh - radiation is energy, basically. Is the simplest way to put it. It radiates out from a source - like the sun, or radioactive material. The whole universe itself has somethin' we call 'background radiation' which is left over from when the universe began. A little bit of it ain't bad. Certain wavelengths are what drive life. Like sunlight and plants, right? They feed off that energy to grow.

The smaller the wavelength, the more destructive it is. It can start breakin' down your cells, your DNA. The amount and the time period in which you get dosed with it are the real kickers. A little bit over a long time ain't gonna do too much, save maybe make it more likely that you'll get cancer.

A big dose, all at once? Can kill you in a couple hours.

The way the sun can burn your skin, except worse. More extensive.

Where is it coming from out here, since we don't have sunlight? What creates it, and what do we do about it?

Well, that's the thing. We do got some sunlight - but even inside, the star in this system is sendin' out invisible radiation all the time. Visible light only makes up a part of it.

Now - it's hard to tell, but the planet below has got water, so there's probably a magnetic field around it - and hopefully, that means, around us, too - so that'll keep some of the worst of the radiation out. Think of it - uh - like an invisible shield, that envelops the planet in almost a tear-drop shape.

[ He paused, looked a little helpless. ]

I don't know how to explain it in a way that'll make sense. But generally speakin', shieldin' is the most important. Water's the best, and most stations or ships will have a room in 'em that's got thick lead walls or surrounded by a water tank, for solar flares. That's when a star kicks up a lot more energy than it would otherwise. You can actually see 'em, with a good enough telescope.

[Jasnah reaches up and pinches the bridge of her nose, because that's just one more thing to add to a long list of preoccupations.

She needs a minute to process all that.]

I'll add it to the list.

[Maybe one day she'll be able to stop adapting rapidly to life as an astronaut, and this will feel easy.]

Do our medics know anything about treating it?

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