Null States (Centenal Cycle #2)

by Malka Ann Older

“You’ll get used to it,” he says. “In any case, I find it interesting that you think of this as the past.” “What do you mean?” Suleyman gestures, drawing her gaze over the shacks of organic material, the sand-and-scrub wasteland, the distant evaporation plant, the images painted on brick that provide intel and entertainment. “This could just as easily be the future.”