Chapter 70

When did being human become an insult? We are the greatest civilization ever to grace the known universe, and we are looked down upon by those who can shoot fire from their hands and lift cars from the ground. We can still take up arms, and if things don't change, I certainly will.

-Ryan Bellows at a Human Movement rally on Earth, March 7th, 2202 CE

PETER DIDN'T REALIZE he was alive until Rosie tapped him on the shoulder. Smoke filled the building behind him. Someone was screaming. Hunter Guards and Sovereignty authorities brushed past him, marching downstairs and rushing past the bullet-ridden cars across the street. Peter's finger still squeezed his rifle's trigger, though the gun was clicking empty. He lowered the barrel, turning to face Rosie.

"Are ya all right, Bridge?" Her face was still hidden behind her helmet, which was partly blackened by a scorch mark. "Got a wee bit dinged meself, but I'll fight another day."