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I left the Chief Justice's office, bypassing the gravcarts parked outside for the pleasant walk to the gravrail station, wanting time to think.
And to feel.
A gravcart overburdened with two figures passed me on the path, heading toward the gravrail station. The gravcart labored to carry the mismatched pair at running speed, despite its top speed being double that. Sitting precariously on one side was a small, slight woman, struggling to sit upright on the slanted bench. Her hair was perfectly coiffed. Taking most of the gravcart seat beside her was the blue-tinged hulk of a common laborer clone. The great beast towered over its master, the genes of these giants tailored to enhance bone density and size, muscle power and endurance. The contrast between the hard, muscled labgrown and th
