I have to admit, as we emerge from the tower and start threading our way through the market, that living on Soliton is starting to feel almost normal. The mix of people from every country on the planet no longer seems odd; when I get back to Rachtown, it will be strange to be surrounded by so many Imperials. I’ve gotten used to the haphazard clothes, the weird mix of primitive makeshift tools and luxury goods from the scavengers. I’m even coming to appreciate the differences between breeds of mushrooms, and know where the best meat comes off a crab. I’m losing my edge, in short. Getting comfortable. At night I close my eyes, listening to Marvel’s soft breathing, and try to think about Vee. I try to picture what Wu will do to her if I don’t return. It should be all I think about. But I ke

