The Overground Railroad
Sherry Sherrydaughter rushed through the employment application on the computablet. What was the point? Goddess knows, she only had one doctorate. These pseudodays, the joke was, you needed at least two Ph.D.s just to be a cashierbot’s assistant. And why did she even want this service opportunity? It was a terrible commute on the magline, twice the commute to the seniorhome where she had her current service.
The door across the narrow room slid open and a feperson about Sherry’s age walked out, disappointment evident on her face. The door slid closed behind her. The person met Sherry’s eye, gave her head a small shake, and walked out.
Sherry looked at the next line on the computer form. “Postgraduate service experience.” Sherry sighed and tapped on the blank lin
