Chapter Thirty
May 5, 2230, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Apartment of Malcolm Constantine
It was a difficult lesson, but Jia accepted a new painful truth about the universe.
Just as one shouldn’t look directly into the sun, one shouldn’t stare directly into the bright deadliness of Malcolm’s yellow Hawaiian shirt without risking their sanity.
She squinted and averted her eyes, wondering if he’d added nanotech to the fabric.
“Come on, guys.” Malcolm gestured to trays of crackers, cheese, and fruit sitting on a table next to bottles of beer. “This is our victory party. Eat. Drink. Be merry! For tomorrow we may die! More likely you than me, but you know…” He shrugged at the joke. “Eat, drink, and be merry!”
Erik eyed the beer with suspicion before picking up a bottle with a shrug.
