The three hexagonal golden medallions clicked neatly into the velvet-lined key slot inside Gu Changsheng’s [Dad’s Care-Package Upgrade Box].
“Put the pickle jar on the pantry shelf next to the pickled garlic, Nian’er,” thirty-two-year-old Gu Changsheng said, giving the glass jar a light tap with his knuckle as the three miniaturized Fate-Tax Auditors inside hastily bowed ninety degrees in terror. “Once they finish writing a ten-thousand-word essay on railroad safety. Moreover, Why public transit shouldn’t require a tragedy permit, we’ll use their badges to unlock the outer ring of Sector 6 without even having to pick the lock.”
“Yes, Dad!” twelve-year-old Gu Nian nodded, carrying the jar into the kitchen car where ten-year-old Su Nuannuan helpfully taped a “DO NOT OPEN BEFORE SECTOR 6” label onto the lid.
With the Heavenly Script Pavilion’s spatial storm completely dispersed by Locomotive #1’s dragon-whistle and the diamond-glass walls of the [Ten-Planet Wormhole Sky-Tunnel] gleaming like a sunlit crystal arcade across all thirty million miles of the corridor, the bright morning of Official Public Opening Day arrived across Planet Canglan and Neighbor Worlds #1 through #10!
At six-thirty in the morning, outside the newly built red-brick and golden-cedar central train stations on all eleven worlds, tens of millions of ordinary farmers, iron-miners, herb-gatherers, weavers. School-age children stood in huge, excited, yet visibly hesitant crowds around the station plazas.
