Chapter Eight
February 27, 2231, England, London, New Kensington Club
Teno Mala was living the dream of many people. Following ten years as a successful businessman, he’d spent over twenty years in the UTC Parliament. His elections had become such slaughters that the other party often didn’t bother to field a candidate. The joke was his seat would become available only when the Grim Reaper decided to endorse his opponent. Others quipped that it was pointless because Teno had already prepared a bill outlawing his own death.
Senior committee assignments gave him a powerful influence on critical issues affecting the entire UTC and therefore, all of humanity. He was among a handful of men and women in the entire confederation who were helping to determine humanity’s future. He took pride in
