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The day of the summer solstice was an official holiday for all thirty million humans on Gaia. Even the Flare Protection Group, always on duty, 24/10, should have been able to have some fun. Henrik Korsgaard had planned a party for his hardworking staff. One activity: a contest to invent a new cocktail. It had to have at least four ingredients, an unusual color, and a clever name derived from astronomy. That last part was politically sensitive, but if nobody blabbed, he figured they could get away with it. Come the day, however, staffers huddled at a safe distance from