Who could say? Modern physics had become a muddle since Clips were discovered. The Airafane brewed their own realities and served out miracles, but humans could only watch. And use.
Ranglen didn’t care. He wanted to get back to Alchera and keep his promise. The authorities had taken Annulus from him, but they wouldn’t take this. He had his own world now.
He needed the shard from the Clip he found, and he had to return to his asteroid to get it. It had been the only place where he felt it would be safe.
He closed up his tent, loaded supplies, uncovered his aircar and flew it across the desert. Dawn came, just like back on Alchera by now.
He reached the settlement from where he had left, and then took a public flight to the capital. He talked to his lawyers, rewrote his will, established
