5
Jason met me at the gravrail station the next morning. “Lady Allison,” he said, bowing.
“Be gladborn it's a beautiful day,” I said, squinting in the bright morning light. I parked the gravcart and stepped toward the platform.
After the cabinet meeting, I had commed to ask him to come with me on a tour of the Andalusia Clone Factory. As Minister of Environmental Economics, I had to learn all I could about clone production and moss ecology. Father had recommended I contact the Andalusia director, Doctor Harold Schrader, who'd invited me on a tour of the Strange Corporation facility.
Jason looked the way I had come, turning with me toward the platform. “You're alone? Where are your guards?”
Feeling irritated, I ignored him and glanced around. The schedule kiosk noted the current time a
