Chapter Thirty-One
Omesh
Omesh turned on the lights, bathing the curry stand in warm simulated lantern light. The mall beyond the reach of his lamps wasn’t fully dark yet, but it would be soon. The station did a good job of simulating sunset and night during the long lunar days, but sunrise and day were somewhat less convincing during the lunar nights.
He stepped back out to the counter to find the last person he had expected to see waiting for him there.
“I’m guessing you’re not here to eat,” he said.
“No,” Alain said. “You and I need to talk.”
“What do we have in common?” Omesh asked.
“Barnacle Town. These next few months, while Chandi Corporation tries to make us all over into employees, tries to seduce us with everything it has to offer ... I’m not mocking it, in a lot of ways t
