By dawn, the city of Arcos Station—a gleaming arcology of 80,000 souls—was running on sticky notes and shouting.
Ward B was a low-gravity rehabilitation unit, but today it housed three post-op patients from the Mars cycler accident. The heart rate monitors were dark. The IV pumps had frozen mid-cycle. A nurse was manually squeezing a bag of saline, her face pale. this build of windows has expired
Maya let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “We did it.” By dawn, the city of Arcos Station—a gleaming
She looked up. “The what?”
Maya frowned. “So we have to convince a million devices that they’re not dead?” this build of windows has expired