Chapter 23

Jamison and Nessa approached one of the tunnel entrances. They peered down rows of blue and silver domes that framed the city square. Creatures populated the square, as they had for generations, and transport pods swarmed the sky--an average workday.

Nessa touched Jamison’s shoulder, and she squinted at the creatures. The colors--the purples, the blues, the greens--were instead shades of peach and brown. Their physiques brought the Earth people to Nessa’s mind. Most had mature bodies. Some did not, and they carried education luggage-cubes.

“Yeah. It’s Jak. I’ll be a bit late to the Great Dome meeting today,” one voiced into his implant.

He took a step sideways as four smaller creatures with pale skin, sapphire eyes, and hair the color of the kindling mines bounded to an open space in the square.

“You can’t catch me,” a boy called to someone behind them.

“Hurry up, Maz,” a girl urged.