“What if it’s just a Gold trick? Someone pulling strings to make Society go the way they need it to go. What if it’s all a lie?” Sevro looks at me for a long moment, then he hops up on a banister and howls at the top of his lungs down at the hangar bay. The bay howls back. It comes from Grays. It comes from Obsidians, from Oranges. It comes from Reds working on tubes. And it comes from the Golds who requested transfer to my ship. “That’s no lie.”
Chilllllllssssss
