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Wow. He knew they said it was a planet, but they really meant a planet. He was expecting maybe the size of the moon, potentially smaller. This was an actual planet. He was standing on an artificial planet. The place was excessively massive. How the built it he couldn’t imagine. He doesn’t even see how someone could plan it. He makes a mental note to use that pun later, before going back to marveling at the scientific wonder of his surroundings. Look at that coffee shop. Sure it’s a pretty generic coffee shop. There’s a key detail though that makes it amazing. It’s a pretty generic coffee shop on a fucking artificial planet. The fact that it literally looks like any coffee shop on earth might is actually ridiculous.
Eventually he tires, for the moment, of marveling at the existence of generic buildings. He does what any teenager would do. He pulls out his smartphone and takes a selfie. Then he uses it to try and figure out where he’s going. Thank god bro already paid for Skaian coverage. After installing three different apps and close to an hour of wandering and some minor miracles he finds himself at his destination: Ganymede Hall.
With some help from an advisor he finds his dorm. None of his dorm mates are there so he goes ahead and claims a bed. He begins to unpack his stuff, mostly clothes and electronic equipment. He finishes, and organizes his stuff. Still, no one has joined him, so he takes his phone and his wallet, heading out into the planet.
It’s time for a new experience. It’s time to do something he’s been hoping for all his life. It’s time to go shopping for school supplies. Regardless of his lack of knowledge into what exactly that entails. He’ll start with what he does know, paper and pencils.
He finds an appropriate store relatively quickly. On a planet primarily composed of education facilities, an office supply store is never far. He spends a solid half of an hour in the store before coming out with his purchases. He’ll have to come back for paper later. For now he is satisfied with the two hundred and fourty seven writing implements he just purchased. Yes, they were individually packaged. Yes, he was going to buy more until the manager came and cut him off. Now he’s not stupid, he knew he couldn’t just carry them like that. He bought a nice backpack too, a seethrough one so no one would search his bag if he went through security for some reason. Back into the streets he went with his transparent backpack filled with pencils, entirely oblivious to the odd looks he was receiving.