Chapter Fifty-Four
November 7, 2230, Ross 128, New Pacifica, Aurora, Private Residence of Julia Caldo
Julia tilted her head to the side as she walked slowly around the hologram. The image wasn’t unfamiliar despite the boring color. It was a sports flitter, an MX 60. She found such vehicles dreary—what lesser people purchased to play at possessing wealth. Pathetic children, really.
Such people didn’t understand what true wealth and power were. It wasn’t about buying something like a fancy flitter, regardless of the price tag. There was nothing unique about an MX 60; that it had a model name and make was proof enough of that. It was produced in a factory, just like anything a common person might buy in a store. True wealth meant something built for that person alone.
She narrowed her eye
