then chose the seat farthest from them, on the opposite side of the circle. Maybe he just didnât like people, she thought.
âPK Beck will guide you to your drones,â said Forest.
Clair made herself physically comfortable and concentrated on navigating the new windows opening in her lenses. There was a quick tutorial, a practice simulator, some FAQs . . .
âTheyâre going to a lot of trouble to look after a couple of kids, donât you think?â bumped Devin.
â Three kids,â she shot back. âYou forgot to count yourself.â
âIâm here voluntarily. Besides, my relationship with them isnât in question.â
âNot with them, maybe. I still donât understand why theyâre letting you tag along.â
âIâm the closest thing to a specialist anyone has when it comes to Improvement and the dupes. Apart from you, I guess. You blew everyone else up.â
Clair supposed his explanation made sense, and maybe they thought that she was more likely to trust him because they were roughly the same age. Boy, had they gotten that wrong.
Sargent folded out a tray from the arm of Clairâs seat and placed her snack next to her. Clair glanced up and said thanks, wondering if Devin had a point. Was Sargent being weirdly servile or just practical? Clair couldnât decide.
âYou should eat,â said Forest to Jesse. âHow long since your last meal?â
âUh . . . itâs fine.â Jesse looked up from fiddling with the hood of his armor, which he had flipped forward to provide a HUD to make up for his lack of modern lenses. âIâm not hungry.â
âYou ate nothing in New York.â Forest came around the chairs to stand over him. âI know, you are an Abstainer. I understand. But we have only fabbed food here. If you do not eat that, you will starve.â
âThen Iâll starve, okayâor are you going to force-feed me?â he snapped. His anger quickly evaporated. âSorry. I just donât want anything now, really. Some water. That would be good.â
Forest nodded.
Clair reached between their couches to touch the back of Jesseâs hand. He looked down and flipped his hand over. Their fingers tangled in soothing knots.
âYou must think Iâm stupid,â he said.
She shook her head. Not stupid, just different, and stubborn. That was something they had in common. He might have inherited his beliefs from his father, but it was his right to defend them, and no one could take that right away from him. She actually felt proud of him, although worried at the same time.
âPlease donât starve to death,â she said.
âThat chocolate smells amazing.â
âYeah, sorry. Iâm totally going to eat it.â
He smiled. âI would in your shoes.â
PK Beck issued the virtual equivalent of an âahemâ and began assigning drones. The principle was the same as any eye-in-the-sky drone: they were autonomous but could be overridden by human control at any moment. Anyone in the network could examine the world around the drone through its many sensesâin the regular world âanyoneâ meant literally anyone over eighteen, but around Crystal City it meant only those authorized by PK Beckâin order to guide the drone toward any sites of interest. Oz put in a few hours a week in random places around the world, and Clair had watched over his shoulder a few times. Once they had seen an actual crime, and the way the community of observers had converged on the scene had amazed her. Until backup drones and PKs arrived, there had just been the one drone, âcontrolledâ by Oz and more than a hundred other people in a rapidly evolving consensus that was made possible by the same participatory algorithms that lay behind OneEarth itself. There were no leaders and no followers: everyone found the way together.
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