JumpjackerNewer Delhi Central Station, 14:02 India Standard Time
Ronan Mistry half-stepped, half-fell from the jump gate at Newer Delhi Central. His stomach lurched like someone had spent the last-minute whirling him around blindfolded. A heavy pain thrummed through his head. He hated the damn jump networks. The headache was a new thing but the gates always made him nauseous. He was old enough to remember the days when aeroplanes still flew in the sky. It took hours to get anywhere – which always amused young people – but at least your body wasn't smashed to a stream of bits and reassembled each time you wanted to travel.
He'd promised himself before, but this was definitely the last time he used the networks. At the very least he'd pay for a private jump gate next time. It wasn't like h
