Rehki stared at the three, red power up switches for her spaceship. This was the moment of truth, the moment that decided whether she had any hope of leaving the slum. She’d spent the past few days repairing tablets for Ankit, managing only a few hours a night to install her…
A soft electronic chirp startled Rehki out of a deep slumber. She scrambled inside the cockpit to find the burner phone Asha gave her as her heart raced like never before. The gap in the dome above must have let in just enough signal for the call to get through. …
Rehki slumped down next to the debris pile that rested on top of her spaceship. “What the hell?” she muttered to the empty warehouse. “Why give me a spaceship and then make it impossible for me to fix it!” In response, the metal roof creaked in the wind of the…
It turned out that re-configuring government tech to support an illegal cellular network for a criminal slum lord took a little bit longer than Rehki thought it would. The BMC had designed the interfaces to operate inside the slums, knowing full well that techs and non-techs would try to cannibalize…
“The road to hard-town is paved with opportunity and blood,” the saying went around the slum. Rehki felt a thousand eyes watching her as she passed the shady shelters, brothels and bars. If there was a prosperous area of the slum, hard-town was as close as it got. While the…