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Not too much has changed. There are still gold mines to find, antiques to collect and art or artifacts to carbon date. Any expedition tourists who come along only help to fund the trips. It is all good.
One mystery; however, is still nagging me. Last night Doctor Soulstar's medical clinic was open. Today it is gone, in a poof, like a snap, it is no longer there. Only a patch of lighter colored earth remains. I am not sure if the good doctor left for economic reasons, or that he was sued for malpractice. His clinic treated some odd sorts: cyborgs, robots, limb damaged avatars. Because of my history with a similar kind of operation nearly a decade ago, I hesitated to take up his treatment offer. I told him, "I feel better than fine," when I am actually feeling kind of tired these days. I chock that feeling up to long days of tale telling and fitful nights of being told the tale.