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The wind whipping through my hair, I rode atop the gravrail toward the city center, a moss bloom in one hand, in the other a ribbon-bound scroll.
As I'd mounted the gravrail on the outskirts of Montalban, labgrown had seized all the important infrastructure on Catalonia: government buildings, gravrail stations, spaceports, gravcarts, hovercraft, and singularity inductors. Only the major media outlets were allowed to continue functioning. While I rode the gravrail into Montalban, a dozen starfighters thundered across the sky. Already, they'd downed a private hovercraft that had disobeyed the order to land. We'd struck when the government was most vulnerable: with the full legislature in session. All the decision makers were now trapped inside the building.
The hundreds of thousands of
