““Check-in for flight AT 23/3 on the route Aquapolis - New Athens begins,” a holographic sign flashed under the ceiling. “Passengers are invited to Terminal One.” People began to rise from their chairs, reaching out to the welcomingly opened door of the terminal, creating for a minute something vaguely reminiscent of a bustle. There couldn't have been a better moment. Klim glanced over their faces and figures. He lingered on a girl in a light suit, amber, with azure inserts: a sleeveless blouse and short, knee-length pants with patch pockets. The chin is raised, the chest is proudly stuck out, there is a purple tan on the bare arms and ankles, the thick hair is blue - an excellent specimen, most likely the second generation. It’s good!..”