November 4th, 2006
We were summoned to the docks. Some walked, some ran, some were impatient, some were fearful, some seemed calm. Urgency across every face, in every set of eyes. All except for Ash. He was there, smiling as usual, leaping about like a little boy. They were issuing us our ear-clips for identification. For tracking, info-feed. Small, white blinking clips fastened to your right ear. The planks on the docks clattered with everyone’s walking. They had set up booths, stations, kiosks all over the country to issue the devices. How long had it taken to organize? I wasn’t surprised or afraid. But I was hyper-alert, tense. (Read More . . .)
