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"That's true."

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"It's a tradition in my homeland to give a gift of silver for significant achievements, happy occasions, and farewells. You were the first person I met from this world, and you helped me onto my feet. Please accept this coin as a gift."

He holds out a perfectly circular shiny silver coin with an intricate etched pattern of swirls that is not in common use anywhere in the country.
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"Thank you."

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He gives a little bow. "Fare well in all your days."

He takes the train to his industrial complex, musing. The world is changing, because of him. Rapid change will start a revolution. Violence, maybe. But he kept the technologies he shared as safe as he could. They'll just have to deal with the rest.

He finalizes a series of ownership transfers, giving control of various industries to the best and brightest of his employees.

He boards his private jumpship and blasts into the upper atmosphere.

There is a brilliantly bright flash of light, and Nick is gone from the world.
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