As I promise Austin, I go straight to work at the iTronics tower. I ride the elevator to the top floor and walk into what used to be Donald's corner office. I look out the bank of massive windows that wrap around the room. The city sprawls below me, a gem of faux ancient ruins and shimmering feats of architecture that litter the landscape.
"Hello?" A voice calls into my expansive office. I turn around. Mitra Karimi is standing at the glass door to my office, tapping gently on its surface.
"Oh, Mitra. We had an appointment, didn't we?"
"Yes, we did."
I turn back to the windows as she approaches. "It's quite a city, isn't it?"
We both look down on it. "Yes, it is," she agrees. Just like some of the great cities of Earth, the metropolis has neighborhoods that are enclaves of certain spec
