Chapter Forty-Three
Julia lifted her wine glass and swirled the pink liquid.
She smiled as she watched a recording of the Last Soldier and the Warrior Princes mingling with commoners in the Venusian market. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d done something similar. She enjoyed her pleasures, but they were far from the simple amusements that pleased the average human.
As a member of the Core, she represented perfection—not just one in a billion, but one in billions. With leadership came privilege.
The privilege was a responsibility too. She needed to live up to the potential of what humanity could be if not held back by backward and sad men and women scared of the future. The decades had passed, with many plans coming slowly into fruition, but the same petty little people remaine
