Chapter 4
Dinah rushed into her office and slammed her palm on the control panel to activate the computer. The computer woke and verified her credentials. She glanced out of the window and saw flakes of white snow starting to fall. Kate loved the snow. Because Iilos controlled the climate and kept it at a perfect level, there was no such thing as snow here. But white snow was Moira’s fantasy, a reminder of her homeland. And so they had created something to mimic it.
She shook her head. Would death be artificial, too? When those native to Iilos died, their bodies disintegrated into light particles and were absorbed by an object of their choice. They called it the resting place of an individual’s essence. But that wouldn’t happen for outsiders like Kate and her.
The computer let out a gen
