… lull them into a sense of security and purpose, to distract them from most of their miserable existences … not to make them question their keepers. The keepers frowned on that. The sleepers must sleep, even if they don’t know they slumber.
Far to the south, just over the horizon, a discrete column of black smoke drifted and dissipated in the prevailing winds of early morning. Black smoke. That was odd.
The ink black mechglider tore through the grey cloud deck, its leading edges still glowing from the heat of atmospheric re-entry and its hypersonic shock wave leaving behind an ever expanding hole through which faint blue sky could be seen.
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