![]() ![]() ![]() Sometimes I wish it weren't the only voice greeting me now. "Welcome home, Liddi." The disembodied voice breaks silence's hold, the same voice that's greeted me most of my life. As nice as it is to be away from the noise of the city, the two seconds of silence as I open the door press in on me, twist in my ears. The house greets me with a few warm lights along the front path. A small river winds through fields and woods extending for several miles, with no signs of any neighbors. The lights and hustle of Pinnacle blur by until the city thins, then disappears as I enter the country-or the closest thing to "country" you can find on Sampati. Good thing, too, or I might not have noticed when one of the tiny airborne devices slips into the hovercar with me like an errant bumblebee. A FTER SIXTEEN YEARS, YOU'D think I'd be used to the incessant buzz of vid-cams swarming to chronicle every breath I take. ![]()
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