Chapter 14The tunnel markers dividing the underground highway connecting the colonies flashed by quickly as Sartre sat in his self-driving vehicle. The Russian colony’s staging area was in his rear view, distant now as he sped to their home near the outskirts of the American colony. The connector teemed with all shapes and sizes of different types of electronic transportation. Robotic tuk-tuks full of equipment raced along-side boxes of connected trailers being propelled by automation.
Sartre scanned his dashboard console and easily dispensed with the local news with a wave of his hand and searched for classical Terran music. Instead, what he encountered were a few stations playing Christmas time holiday music. It was probably what he needed. He had difficult news to deliver and for a mom
