9 Knox
Ximena had already entered the large public tram packed mostly with parents of IAS students. The tram rose back to the sky and flew off noiselessly.
Next to the landing pad, a three-sided cubicle stood, with a bench sitting inside. A projection of possible private tram options covered all three walls. Knox touched his thumb to the private 2-seater tram light. One of the five balls hovering above them floated down, coming to rest before them. Knox slid in easily enough, but Brant had a hard time folding his long legs and arms into the tight space.
“Guess I should’ve bought a four-seater.”
“I’m good,” Brant said, propping his arms on his knees.
The tram door closed, and Brant leaned his right knee against it, making use of every inch of space. The tram floated up and away from
