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Mar. 30th, 2009 | 09:30 pm
posted by: tychoish in criticalfutures
“Isn’t Irena coming?” Matt asked when Gus arrived at the table he was sharing with Kyp. They had chosen an open air cafe–real open air–on the eastern seaboard of what was once the United States, for a brunch meeting.
“She’s running a legit security job right now. She’s had to be on net a lot more just to keep things afloat with me mostly out of the picture,” Guss said, after he sat down. “Fair’s fair, I suppose, I did that for weeks until Irena joined up, when you were leaving.”
Kyp smiled, and nodded, “though we were moving and off-net for a lot of that time, and I was gone within a month, and Irena came forward before I got to Mars. She has help though?”
“Of course. I’m pretty much superfluous at this point, which makes the decision to move to Mars a bunch easier,” Gus said.
“Oh don’t worry, it wasn’t a hard decision for you. You’ve been on the list since before we knew we were planning a… god, it feels like a damn mass exodus,” Kyp said.
“Well at least now you know why there hasn’t been a great immigration for Mars, no one wants to organize it.” Matt chuckled, and patted Kyp on the shoulder.
“You’d think with conditions like these people would be clamoring to get out,” Kyp said. He made a sweeping gesture in the direction of the street. It was dirty and poorly lit, and even in the middle of the morning when the traffic, was “light,” by local standards, the sidewalks were still filled with people, and the streets were almost always occupied by some sort of buss or truck. There weren’t many private vehicles, just in general, so maybe that’s what they meant by “light.” To make matters worse, the buildings were so tall, and massive that at the ground level the air was pretty stuff, and there wasn’t a lot of light, despite building regulations that supposedly prevented this from being a “real problem.” The walk tubes at 100 stories that connected most of the buildings, didn’t help the light levels on the street, either.
“You’re the one’s with the special insight into the human mind, I don’t have a clue,” Matt said.
“But you’re staying,” Gus pointed out. “Explain that one.”
“There’s work to be done here, still. That’s important now.”
“That’s true, and thanks for that. Speaking of work to do, what’s our plan? For the atta–mission?” Kyp asked, correcting himself from sounding suspicious to any passers by.
“Its beautiful, from what we have. We’re pulling out all the guns on this, and doing some crash development on a couple of projects that should really blow them–and you away,” Guss said, his face lighting up with excitement.