The Senior 4

The Station had been called many thing throughout the Senior's time. The Terminal. The Station. Last End.

When he spoke of it, he called it Terminus, "As did my elders," he often said, even though the word was outdated it recalled a time when everything wasn't run through proceessors and hard drives and transistors that now lived inside the body and leached its power from the nervous system's electricity. The tools had changed, he remarked to Kit on the boy's first arrival.

One of the Group's satellite crews had sent Kit over at the Senior's behest, though none including Kit learned this until later. All that Kit knew was that he'd been ordered to pack his belongings into one bag, given a ticket to the city, and told he was now the crew's ambassador to the main branch.

When he arrived at the Station, the Senior had been waiting for him.

"I believe you're to be my guide," Kit announced as he approached an older man, taller than he with white hair and a sharp suit. "My company must have sent you."

The older man led Kit around the Station.

"How do you like Terminus? First time around here, yes?"

"Yes it is. It's so full," replied Kit. "So many people, even in such a large space. It almost feels small."

"The first time I came here, the Terminus was still new. I was about your age then, and I spent two days here."