Chapter 5I got nothin', Maris thought as he left the building, Raihman's office and laboratory in a multistory business park, a hive of activity where nothing got done.
Three murders tied by nanochines, no rhyme or reason in between.
The scabbed sky was lacerated with cloud, sunlight bleeding onto the wounded wind. Whiffs of solvents wafted from a sterile street. Bins of refuse crowded ledges up the building sides. A lone, overworked garbage drone methodically hefted bin after bin into its maw, bleating a bleak complaint to a deaf landscape, other vehicles humming past insouciant. An indifferent industrial park churned out its product relentlessly.
It'll continue churning when humans are long gone, he thought. We'll all be Ohumes by then, living in Organo-Topia.
At ninety percent of th
