Science Fiction: Welcome to my Worlds

like and none of those she had seen so far looked likely.
By now she must be far outside the walls of the Library building above. Down another corridor, she saw workers removing dirt and stone, hauling it up to the street above in baskets attached to a long rope. Moles building a maze of muddled meandering, she marveled.

She slowed as the corridor ahead became dark. One of the torches placed at regular intervals had gone out and no one had, as yet, come to replace it. She picked up her pace and stayed to the center, not liking the feel of that section at all. Great Athena, she had watched Heropholus cut open a living man and now she was letting a little darkness spook her!

Still, she felt better once she reached a lighted section once more. Ahead, she recognized the familiar face of Tellus and heaved a small sigh of relief. He was moving among several small tables offering advice on particularly tricky bits of translation. The bins here contained no papyrus scrolls but were stuffed and piled with bound vellum codex’s.

Each of the translators at the tables—all older than her and at least in their late twenties, she noted-- had a codex they were poring over and making notes on scraps of papyrus. Some of those further along in the process were already meticulously transferring their Greek translations of the Sumerian texts to another codex. This looked like home to Calixte and she wanted nothing more than to settle in here and