The way to Ms. Sadina’s house was a long drive, passing by Mariana’s Place then MCLT-2. Beyond the school were many blocks filled with rundown business, abandoned apartment complexes, and houses. To the average person, nothing about this area was interesting because many knew it as Rliur’s “Ghost” sector. Kayla remembered this wasn’t so a few years ago. Back then this place boomed with industry.
Kayla remembered the vast majority of Lunar-2’s inhabitants gathered around Mariana’s Place waiting to be seated. Others sat at under a table, with an umbrella over it, eating food. Kayla laughed at how she used to speed up their service. She bounced from table to table on hover skates, pulling a tray imbued with a thin plate of anti-grav material.
Sometimes, things didn’t go as planned—the plat
