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THE JOURNEY BY skycraft from the station to the council building proved longer than Unquill anticipated.
Kenneth slept for a while, woke up, then found himself hungry. Unquill informed him that he had slept for nine hours.
A gray metal box at the rear of the craft contained all manner of survival gear-thick yellow rope, a first aid kit, a gallon of water and, to his surprise, silver tins with the word "RATIONS" printed on them. He peeled open one of them to discover a small black spoon and a mound of white mush. When he asked Unquill what that food might be, he said children received such things until they grew into their ability to sustain themselves.