Chapter 11: SEREN Asks a Question

I drove north for forty minutes without activating the terminal.

The city moved past the windows in its usual way — arcology towers throwing amber light across the transit corridors, rain beginning in the outer ring and not yet reaching the center, pedestrian bridges strung between levels like afterthoughts, like someone had once believed people would want to cross from one side to the other and had not yet confirmed whether they did. Nexus Prime at 0200 looks like a city that has decided not to sleep but has also decided not to explain why. I have always found it easier to think in it than under it.

I was thinking about the directory.