Geb sat on the dirty ledge, hands on the safety rail. He
rested his sooty cheek on his skinny arms and looked down. Past his swinging
feet, the building disappeared into the darkness of the undercity, so far below
that it never knew the light of day. It was lit by flickering lumo-lights and
inhabited the detritus of the hive, those who could no longer endure the sixteen-hour
workdays and didn’t have a connection to one of the corporate houses that would
support them.
A noise made Geb look over his shoulder. Two arbiters
were heading his way; he ran.
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