AftermathFrom the Geneva Spaceport he took an automated hover-cab to the Presidential Palace. At the palace gates he found he had left his credit card back in Center City. He snorted wearily. It was the first time in months that he’d had to pay for anything.
Four sentries were standing at attention. He said, “Do one of you boys have a Universal Credit Card to pay off this cab? I seem to have mislaid mine.”
A sergeant grinned, approached and did the necessary.
Don said, “I don’t know how you go about this. I don’t have an appointment, but I want to see the president.”
“We can turn you over to one of his aides, Colonel Mathers,” the sergeant said. “We can’t go any further than that. While we’re waiting, what’s the chance of getting your autograph, sir? I gotta kid….”
Don sighed, then to
