Coda
Hall of Governance, Year 2040, Twenty Years Later…
Miri hurried up the long, serpentine road toward the Hall of Governance.
Sighing, she cradled a thick notebook under her arm. A cold breeze blew down the street, and she pulled her coat collar up.
She really, really didn’t want to go to the Hall.
For the last two years, she had been visiting weekly.
She had no choice.
Above, the moon was a large crescent in the sky. The city lights, bright and vivacious, colored the sky and stars with a tinge of neon.
Her phone vibrated.
A text message from Earl.
This is your weekly safety check up, the message said. You okay?
Miri smiled. How old was Earl now? Late sixties? Early seventies? Even though he was in the hospital for kidney issues, he still took the time to check on her. Like a
