![]() ![]() Ruddy cheeks, shoulders three feet wide, a stun gun on his belt, and a bulletproof vest over his uniform-as though someone planned to storm the hospital. Whiling away his time, bored in his plexiglass booth, the guard cut a strapping figure. ![]() Or maybe this was the way the world should look to a person just emerging from five months’ confinement to a hospital ward.Īlex turned to the guard. Once in a very long while, a car would rush by, as if afraid to tear the silence, slipping away so fast it seemed in a hurry to escape this suddenly unfamiliar, pink world. The last remnants of dirty snow clung to the support columns of the old monorail, spaced out along the highway. The setting sun splashed a warm pink over the walls of the buildings. There was something odd about the whole city today. Never before, not through the hospital window, not on the planetary news programs, had he seen such a sky over Quicksilver Pit. A glider gamboling as playfully as a puppy in a snowdrift. The kind of sky that might happen over Earth, humanity’s home planet, a world trashed and flushed clean three times over.īut over Quicksilver Pit, the industrial center of the sector, a planet of three shipyards with all the necessary infrastructure, this kind of sky simply should not be.Ĭlear, iridescent blue. The kind that happens over worlds still unspoiled by civilization. ![]() ![]() And yet, with humble respect, he dedicates the book to people capable of Love, Friendship, and Hard Work. The author is fully aware that many will deem this novel cynical and immoral. ![]()
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