[His head is swimming, but he forces himself to focus. He doesn't recognise that name amongst the Alliance of Cities, nor any of the other names he mentions. And how can a garden this vast not be contained by one of the ships? There's no glass ceilings, no walls in sight, nothing to regulate the climate and growing conditions. He musters the strength to his his heels in (he regrets it when everything hurts, but it's a necessity) and force them both to stop.]
What... [The possibility almost beggars belief, but it's the only realisation he can come to.] What is the name of this planet?
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What... [The possibility almost beggars belief, but it's the only realisation he can come to.] What is the name of this planet?