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Other Worlds
Descending the stairs to the basement of the Rebecca Cohn, you glimpse a whale through glass; suddenly you’re peering into an alien ocean through a ship’s porthole window.
Going deep
The hull of your spacecraft is breeched as it drifts through the vacuum.
Hollerin’ o’er the Hill
You can call me Buddy. Last name’s not important, ‘least not for this story anyway.
Satellite campuses a trend of the future?
Isaac Miao communicates with most of his class at the push of a button.
