In the passage of thirty minutes, you feel the small earthquakes not through shaking, but through the ripples of their movement. The shaking of the trees where there is no wind. The slight shudder of clear plastic in the ceiling. They are rhythmic, even, and strong. Growing stronger. Something is coming.

The holographic faerie had turned off for most of your meditation, an unnecessary energy expenditure while you pondered, though you remained in contact with Ailee via local intranet. 

"Trading quest" she says, when you hold out the honey. "Not me, but, Sandrea's never been this close before. She's s'posed to keep clear of the biogenesis dome." The faerie pouts with uncertainty, puffing out her cheeks and bobbing up and down. "We'll be swarmed with people soon, the wake of the colossus. If she's this close, it'll be like a big old festival outside. I don't let them in, too rowdy. Dome locked. But we talk outside, trade stuffs for info. You can get lots of things for honey. And then trade those things for other things until you get something you want."

The footsteps get even closer and the walls shake. Ailee looks worried. "Really shouldn't be this close, like ever."