The park was an oasis of calm in a city of bustling strife. Lawns, smooth and green in the late afternoon sun, stretched between flowering shrubs and soaring trees. Flowers filled the air with a heady fragrance and birds trilled and chirped in the leafy branches. Little paths wound between the lawns and seats, comfortable benches of weatherproof plastic rested in quiet places.
Curt Rosslyn sat on one and relaxed in the summer warmth.
It was time for him to think things out. So far he had rode with the tide, did as he was told, believed what others wanted him to believe. So far he had had little choice. His awakening on Mars, the journey to Earth, the rush and excitement of contact with a, to him, new civilisation, had prevented him from clear thought. Now he was free of all that. Free fr
