Chapter 3“I just don’t see how we need to continue to fund something like this,” a politician named Mortimer Hardback spoke. He’d droned on about budgets and fiscal years for what felt like the past ten minutes—but was really only one and a half. This was only the second round in the debate, following an introductory note a local anchorwoman had given on the history of the science museum and their topics tonight. Then it had gone right down to the nitty-gritty of funding. Mortimer waved his hand and gestured to the black skyline of makeshift stars clusters. “This place accepts money from its patrons, so it is not a government entity. It is a private building.”
“Time,” the anchorwoman said. She turned to Kendra. “How would you like to respond? You have two minutes.”
“Thank you, Miss Allen
