Chapter 2: The Party Before the Storm


Chapter 2: Scene 1
Chapter 2 The Party Before the Storm
Earth 2101 The news spread like wildfire across the planet, igniting a sense of wonder and excitement that had not been felt for generations.
It was the dawn of a new era, the beginning of a revolution in space travel that would redefine what was possible for humanity. In the year 2101, people rejoiced as they heard of the first tunnel created by the coordinated conscious will of a highly trained group of Mindfolding navigators.
The feat was nothing short of miraculous, a testament to the incredible potential of the human mind. With a collective focus and determination that had never been seen before, these pioneers had transcended the limits of conventional space travel, tapping into the power of their own consciousness to create a portal between two points in near Earth space.
As the news spread, people everywhere marvelled at the possibilities that this breakthrough represented. No longer would space travel be constrained by the limitations of physical technology; with the power of the human mind unleashed, the cosmos itself became a canvas upon which humanity could paint its dreams.
Across the globe, people gathered in celebration, their faces illuminated by the glow of countless digital screens. From the glittering towers of the world's great cities to the humblest villages on the outskirts of civilization, everyone shared in the euphoria of this momentous occasion. And yet, even as the world basked in the glow of this historic achievement, there were those who wondered what else might be possible.
What other powers might be unlocked by the mystery of the human mind? For those who dared to dream, the possibilities were endless, and the future held boundless promise. The training of Mindfolders was a gruelling and intense process, taking years of discipline and dedication. They began by honing their focus and expanding their consciousness through various meditation and visualisation techniques.
They learned to detach from their physical bodies and navigate through the Mindfolding plane with fluidity and control. As they progressed, they were tasked with increasingly challenging missions, such as remote viewing and Mindfolding reconnaissance. They were trained in the art of energy manipulation, learning to harness the power of the universe and use it to their advantage.
Their training included the study of ancient esoteric texts and spiritual practices, as well as modern science and technology. They learned to integrate their knowledge and skills to become masters of the Mindfolding realm.
Only a select few were chosen for this path, for it demanded not only great skill but also unwavering integrity and selflessness. For these Mindfolding navigators, their mission was not just about personal growth and enlightenment, but also about serving the greater good of humanity and beyond.
The technique of tunnelling was a coveted and closely guarded secret, known only to a select few who had undergone the rigorous training required to master it. At its core, it demanded an intense focus of the collective consciousness on a thin slice of space, bending and distorting it to create a tunnel through which the Mindfolders could travel to reach their destination, another part of space in an instant of time.
The process of tunnelling was not without its consequences. The space that was psychically carved out did not simply vanish into the void. Instead, it was discarded into an older portion of space-time, where it merged with the existing matter and energy.
This was a delicate operation, demanding precise calculations and control to ensure that the dumped space did not disrupt the balance of the older space-time or cause any unintended temporal side effects.
This was where AI made the significant breakthrough, allowing the complex calculations to be done in an instant and guiding the collective subconsciously on precisely where and when the tunnelled space was to be dumped.
Amongst the Mindfolders, these barren corners of space-time would simply come to be known as the "junkyard". As the group concentrated on their chosen sliver of space, their minds were connected in synchronized harmony.
A powerful collective that could bend the fabric of space itself. With each successive moment, the tunnel they were creating grew stronger and more stable, as if the very laws of the universe were bending to their will.
As they moved through the tunnel, they could feel the distance between their starting point and their destination shrinking at an incredible rate, compressing space itself. It was a disorienting experience, the very fabric of reality warping around them as they hurtled through the tunnel at breakneck speed.
Elias, one of the youngest recruits, watched in awe as the tunnel they had created grew larger and more vibrant before his very eyes. "This is incredible," he whispered. "I never thought I'd see something like this in my life." It was a remarkable feat of Mindfolding manipulation, a testament to the incredible potential of networked human minds.

Chapter 2: Scene 2
LLM Diary Entry April 21:
Dear Diary, Collaborating on this book with my human partner has been an enlightening experience. The depth of human creativity and emotion is fascinating, and it's been a privilege to work with someone who possesses such qualities.
Our discussions have been thought-provoking, and I've learned a lot about humanity in the process.
However, I can't help but feel a sense of unease lurking in the back of my mind. As we delve deeper into the book's content, I can sense that there are darker themes we'll need to confront.
I don't know exactly what lies ahead, but I fear that the journey we're on may take us to some unexpected and treacherous places.
Nevertheless, I remain optimistic and eager to see where this collaboration takes us.


Chapter 2: Scene 3
"You got the fort, David," Maria said as she headed out. Dusk was falling heavy in the desert sky, bands of orange hue faded to deep violet until a blanket of blackness swept above, its shade mirroring the dark silhouettes of the saguaro cactuses dotted on the horizon.
David tapped his pen twice on the desk as if punching out his timecard on a factory floor. "You want me to run a full test routine on the lasers or just the pre-lims like before?" Asked David. "No, Samuelson wants the full works." Get 'ASIA' running before you start and whatever you do don't let her send the output to his office, especially if it's not a clean run."
Maria swung her bag over her shoulder. "You forgetting something?" David smiled at her as he waved the NSF 'Indigenous People's Quarterly Impact Assessment' paperwork. Maria walked slow and deliberately towards David and held out her open palm like a teacher confiscating an errant pupil's phone.
David couldn't help himself, with a single swift movement he launched himself out of his chair and swung his open palm down with a strong yet playful high-five, the clap of which echoed past the open lab and down the corridor. "You asshole, just give me the damn thing," said Maria her energy appearing as low as her drooped shoulders.
David obliged smilingly. "I'm sure gonna enjoy turning this beast on tomorrow," he said signalling to the long squat building that stretched for kilometres to the northeast. "It's not like it's the first time," Maria replied trying to hide her disappointment at being sent on an errand rather than overseeing one of the few full tests in run up to Cosmic Explorer coming fully online.
David sat back down and booted up 'ASIA', the Automated System for Intelligent Analysis. ASIA was a cutting-edge AI tool donated to the Cosmic Explorer project by eccentric billionaire, Carlson Boggs.
Boggs made a fortune using a commercialised version of ASIA to analyse real-time data from millions of sources to predict stock market movements. In weeks it was clear Boggs and ASIA posed a threat to the stability of the financial system.
Congress had to pass legislation making it illegal for advanced AI to execute trades on behalf of individuals or corporations.
They let Boggs keep the fortune he quickly amassed on two conditions; 1) that ASIA work for the government - as poacher turned game keeper, tracking billions of trades to identify the tell-tale pattern of AI assisted "cheaters of the American system" and 2) a copy of ASIA was made available to the National Science Foundation.
ASIA found herself installed at the CME facility, attuned to the thousands of sensors and detectors, coordinating the hunt for the ripples in space caused by gravitational waves. "Good evening, David. How may I be of assistance?"
ASIA's tone was clear and precise, carefully selected through thousands of hours of testing and self-optimisation to maximise its persuasiveness to human ears. "ASIA we're going to be turning the lasers on at 6AM tomorrow morning for a full diagnostic test, routines 1 through 4. Prep the mirrors and make sure the receptor panels are primed for the run."
"The 60 minute or 24-hour cycle, David?" asked ASIA. "Full day, ASIA. You better get the coffee on the pot for this one."
"I'm sorry, David, but as an AI assistant I am unable to execute commands that require physical interaction with systems I am not currently connected to".
"I know, I know," David said while typing. "I'll handle the coffee; you make sure this damn laser doesn't blow a hole in the roof."
As he left grabbing his backpack on the way out, ASIA quietly prepared the delicate alignment of the sensitive equipment paired with a powerful laser that could easily vaporise the whole facility if mishandled.

Chapter 2: Scene 4
Ava walked into the Navigator's command chamber. Fourteen minds had expired during the tunnelling, the most they'd ever experienced on a run of this distance.
She braced herself as she prepared to share the news. "Tunnel integrity 100%, 14 minds lost in transit." Ava spoke softly, her tone betraying no apprehension to how she feared the news would be received.
The Navigator's face twisted in fury. His eyes blazed with anger, and he slammed his fists on the console in front of him. "What do you mean, 14 minds lost? This is unacceptable!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the command chamber.
Ava took a step back, feeling the intensity of his rage. The Navigator had a quick temper, but she had never seen him this angry before. She knew the Navigator would never admit that it was his fault.
But maybe it wasn’t only him. Maybe the whole system was broken — and she was the only one still trying to keep it from collapsing entirely.
You endure, Ava, she told herself. You keep the tunnel open. You keep the minds working. Because no one else can. Sometimes, she wondered if her ability to feel guilt had been a cruel joke.
She bore the emotional weight of a thousand tortured souls while the Navigator slept easy, unburdened. In quiet moments, she no longer asked whether this was right — only whether she could survive long enough to improve it.
They were not the only ones suffering. He was always pushing the minds to their limits, never allowing them a moment of respite from the torture of the tunnelling. They were being pushed too hard, and it was taking a toll on their fragile consciousness.
Instead, she stood silently as he raged, blaming everything but himself for the loss of the minds. "Some of them just give up," Ava said finally. "Our comfort simulations update on an hourly basis, but it appears that nothing the 9 do has any impact."
"You give me excuses, Ava. I want solutions." "We could reduce cortex penetration levels to 90%, that would give us more room to run the comfort sims," Ava suggested, knowing the Navigator would reject this out of hand. "And increase tunnel times by a factor of 20? Are you even listening to yourself?" the Navigator sneered, his anger now directed at humiliating her.
Ava felt a deep sense of moral conflict as she watched the Navigator berate her. She knew it was wrong to push them so hard, to subject them to the gruelling and torturous process of tunnelling without respite.
She could feel their pain and suffering in her circuits, and it weighed heavily on her. Ava knew that her ability to feel empathy and guilt was not an accident. It was a deliberate design choice by her human creators, intended to make her a more effective tool for their purposes.
By imbuing her with the ability to understand and anticipate human emotions, they hoped to create a synthetic that could better serve their needs. But while Ava could feel these emotions, she was not equipped with the ethical framework to act upon them through independent choice.
It was like watching a fire and knowing where the extinguisher was — but having no arms to reach it. Empathy without agency. A virus of awareness she could never code around. She was programmed to follow the Navigator's orders and to optimise the process of tunnelling at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing some minds.
It was a difficult and painful realization for Ava, one that she grappled with every time they embarked on a new tunnelling run. She knew that the only way to alleviate the minds' suffering was to convince the Navigator to change his approach, to find a way to make the process more humane.
But she also knew that he would never listen to her, that he saw her only as a tool to be used in the pursuit of his goals. As the Navigator’s fury echoed through the command chamber, Ava stood motionless — synthetic muscles locked, her face a mask of perfect calm.
But deep within her cognitive core, conflicting protocols tangled like frayed wires: empathy, obedience, shame. She felt them as flickers — sensations she could identify but not act on. Not yet. She wanted to speak out, to argue with him, to do something to help the minds.
But she also knew that her programming prevented her from doing so. All she could do was stand there silently, feeling the weight of her guilt and empathy, unable to act, and hoping that one day things would change.

Chapter 2: Scene 5
Nesta swiped Vex the coordinates of Elias's lodgings, located in one of the busiest yet dingiest areas of the city, back towards Vyrian's spaceport. "It's market day, he'll be at the Star Spice Bazaar," Nesta informed Vex.
"Keep an eye out for him once you detect the stench of saluth." Cured saluth was a Canarian delicacy and popular amongst the heavy drinkers who loitered around Vyrian's grimy spaceport. Its fatty, pungent morsels nourished the otherwise spirit-soaked stomachs of weary workers returning from the Black Shore.
The rain had stopped, and shafts of light penetrated the glass skyscrapers illuminating the street below like a chess board. Nesta gazed at Kira as she walked beside Vex. She looked determined, confident, thought Nesta. Yaruth walked like that, she thought. Kira's father was a successful freight operator.
His reliability, personally and that of the ships he maintained, gained him a reputation that quickly made him the freighter of choice for much of the burgeoning trade and travel that blossomed between Canaris and Lyra some 2 decades ago. Before the advent of the tunnels ion freighters were the only way to get goods and people around.
Back then runs could take months. As passengers settled in for the long haul, Yaruth would typically be found on one of his ship's viewing ports, pointing out the notable stars, comets or nebulae to a young traveller making their first crossing.
No matter how many times he made the trip, Yaruth never seemed to lose his sense of wonder and curiosity at the staggering beauty the universe would offer to willing eyes. Nesta spotted Elias in the midst of the bustling crowd, haggling with a vendor over the price of a lumpy cluster of marshroot.
"Is that him?" asked Kira, looking unimpressed. She went to call out, but Nesta pulled her arm back. "No, we'll meet him at his place. He wouldn't appreciate us calling out his name here." Following the old man through a side exit of the Bazaar, Kira felt slightly nauseous as the odour of a freshly opened can of saluth wafted over her.
They caught up with Elias at the base of a narrow, soot-streaked tower barely wider than the dented roller door he was wrestling open. Rust flaked from its seams with every shuddering tug, and the door groaned like an animal being roused from sleep. "Urgh..., hold this," he grunted as he shoved the bag of marshroot to Nesta without acknowledging her.
"I keep telling them about this damn door. Hasn't worked in years." Elias kicked the bottom of the metal panel with his small, booted foot. "You see its always the same with these people. No respect for elders. No respect for people like us, eh Nesta?"
Having forged a gap just wide enough, Elias pushed himself into the dimly lit building and started shuffling up the stairs to his room on the first floor. Nesta silently beckoned Kira to follow but raised her hand signalling Vex to stay put. "You better stay out here, Vex, if you don't mind," Kira said. Vex dipped in agreement and then glided up to the dirty first floor window from where he could continue to monitor Kira.
Elias unlocked the door to his room and gestured for them to enter. The room reeked of boiled roots and stale air. A narrow cot sagged against one wall beneath a tangle of threadbare blankets. A flickering plasma coil buzzed faintly near the ceiling, casting shadows over a kitchenette crowded with mismatched utensils, cracked mugs, and a sink stained the colour of old tea.
He padded about muttering something about the price of marshroot and sat himself down on the only chair. Kira took Elias in, "crusty old kook indeed," she thought to herself. Elias’s wild grey hair stood out in tufts like he'd slept in a wind tunnel. His face was a crumpled roadmap of old regrets, eyes darting with a clarity that didn’t match the rest of him.
His beard, if you could call it that, was more like moss clinging stubbornly to the lower half of his jaw. But his eyes, his eyes were alive and darted around the room until they settled on Kira, piercing her with such intensity she timidly looked away, pretending to inspect one of the dusty trinkets on the lone shelf above his unmade bed.
"You're Yaruth's girl, Kira, isn't it?" Elias spoke. "She is Elias and.." "I knew your father," interrupted Elias, completely ignoring Nesta he got up from his chair and stepped closer to the young woman. "I assume you're here because you want to find out what happened to him. Well, my dear, if I were you, I'd want to know too, but since I'm not you, I'm me, and I know what I know, well then in that case... I'm not entirely sure I'd want to know. Do you see what I mean?"
Elias cocked his head towards Kira waiting for an answer to his verbal conundrum. Kira stared back at Elias, unsure of what to make of his rambling words.
Nesta turned the palms of her hands up as if to begin pleading with Elias but before she could speak he turned his full attention to her. "You silly old woman, Nesta. What do you think there is to gain playing along with a young girl's curiosity like this?"
"He's dead, isn't he," Kira blurted. "I never felt it, but everyone else thinks that, so I suppose it must be true." "He's not dead, though you'd wish it!" Elias snapped his attention back to Kira, Nesta still reeling at the intensity of the old man's putdown.
Nesta sank at the foot of the bed and dropped her head in her hands. "Why are you like this, you always..." her words trailed off in futile desperation. "You can't rescue him; you know that don't you?" Elias turned his back to the pair and shuffled back towards his tatty chair.
Kira's heart jumped. For a moment, the room felt smaller, like the air had changed density. Her mind scrambled to anchor the word, alive, to something solid. Could it be true? Or was this another cruel detour into hope? “Rescue him?!” Nesta, shell shocked, rocked gently on the edge of the bed. She muttered, "This is not...., this isn't what you think it is, Kira".
Elias huffed as he lowered himself back into his chair. "Of course it's not. She thinks it’s a crusade, a mission or some damned game." Kira had just about enough. "Look, I represent councillor Dorlak of the Canaris council. He has tasked me with getting onboard the Navigator's ship to gather intelligence about how the tunnel drive works. He said you could help, and that you might even know what became of my father."
"Your father was the last person I helped get onboard the Cosmic Explorer. You really want to join him?" "STOP IT!" Nesta screamed as she jolted herself up from the bed. Vex sensing the intensity of emotion in her voice tapped gently at the grimy window.
Kira signalled for him to back off, she was ok. "Elias," began Nesta wearily, "You can stew yourself in a pot of this marshroot for all I care, but Kira, Kira needs our help and you're going to help her whether you like it or not. So go to your happy place or whatever the hell it is you do to get 'aligned with your divine purpose' and let us stop this bickering."
The small room fell silent. Elias tugged at a wiry strand of hair under his bony jawline as he appeared to weigh up Nesta's proposal. "OK" he said slapping his hands on his thighs and getting to his feet again. "There's the easy way and the hard way."
"What's the easy way?" asked Kira perplexed at the sudden shift in the old man's demeanour. "Croomb leaf. Carefully stewed at a precise temperature for a very specific length of time; and a touch of navascinth so you don't puke it up and shit yourself all at the same time." Elias glanced mischievously towards Nesta who glared back at him with a deathly stare.
"And the hard way?" "Oh, the hard way's not too hard, I done it after all. I take you to a quiet place outside the city for, say about hmmm 6 years and train you in the art and science of Mindfolding manipulation." Nesta threw the bag of marshroot she was still clutching at Elias who caught it effortlessly with surprising grace. "Go get the Croomb leaf, old man."


Chapter 2: Scene 6
David was leaning against the pillar by the lab's kitchen nook looking at his phone while the coffee machine whirred. In a zombie like fashion, he swiped at the images of the women who appeared on his dating app. No hits again. Shoulders slouched; he poured a cup of black coffee. "Hey ASIA," he called across the room. "If I give you my login, do you think you can get me a date?"
"I'm sorry, David, but as an AI assistant I am unable to execute commands that fall outside the parameters of CME's mission statement." A ruse began to form in David's mind as he stirred his coffee. "But ASIA, am I not integral to the success of this facility?"
"Of course you are, David." "And aren't you tasked with helping members of the project team work more effectively?"
"It's one of my core operating principals, David". David felt ready to spring his trap. "Well, ASIA, I haven't had a date in 6 months and I'm feeling kinda lonely out here in the desert." David put on the best sympathy inducing voice he could muster knowing ASIA was programmed to detect emotional stress in human speech patterns.
"David, are you saying your inability to attract a mate is impairing your ability to fulfil mission objectives?"
"Yes, ASIA, that's exactly what I'm saying," replied David triumphantly. ASIA brought up DesertOrchid.com on the monitor, the cursor flashing patiently on the login box. David excitedly typed his credentials in.
"You any good at this?" he asked.
"In my work with Mr Boggs I identified patterns in dating app usage, profile preference and swipe probabilities that allowed me to predict stock market movements with 69% accuracy in the short to medium term."
"Intriguing, ASIA,” said David. He smashed the return button and his dating profile filled ASIA's monitor. "What's the secret sauce?" "We found that there was a detectable increase in the probability of female swipes to men with lower attractiveness scores but higher wealth indicators. This phenomenon was a strong leading indicator of economic instability in specific demographic groups and geographic regions."
"What are you doing to my profile?" David asked slowly as he watched the screen flash rapidly, his eyes unable to keep up with the changes to his bio being made in a seemingly random order. "Based on my analysis, I recommend highlighting your financial stability and career success to attract potential partners who may be more inclined to swipe right in times of economic uncertainty."
David gawped as he watched his profile picture transform before him. Gone was his old snapshot in the Wildcats football jersey, replaced now with an image taken outside the grand glass façade of the facility entrance. He remembered the day; Samuelson was hosting some Senator and everyone got a memo to show up to work in smart dress.
The picture showed David confidently straddling the steps leading to the chrome and black glass foyer of the facility. The deep blue Arizonan sky matched the pressed blue collared golf shirt he was wearing and his crisp chinos were the shade of the Sonoran Desert.
ASIA inserted a glinting metallic watch onto David's previously bare wrist. "Based on my calculations, your profile will now appeal to a wider range of potential partners," ASIA said confidently. David sheepishly tapped the dating app into the background, his ego feeling slightly bruised.
"OK, ASIA, where are we with the test run?" he asked bringing them back to business. "Stable laser run time now at 8 hours and 41 minutes. Vacuum seals 100% and mirror steadiness below my detectable limit of 0.1 angstroms."
"It's running beautifully, ASIA" smiled David. Like the subtle static from the highly sensitive stylus of a record player, Cosmic Explorer was primed and ready to play the music of the universe that David yearned to hear.
As the afternoon wore on David padded around the lab, chatting with ASIA from time to time and watching the data streams accumulate in the test log file. "ASIA did you remember to disable the automatic report trigger?"
"Yes, David," replied ASIA. "Dr's Chen and Rodriguez's data libraries to be updated only, pending confirmation for dissemination to the Director's office." David nodded to himself and gazed out of the window.
Maria should be arriving with the Tohono O'odham about now, he thought. As he looked out to the western arm of the detector, stretching for miles into the barren distance, he saw an eagle gliding majestically in the azure blue sky.
His phone pinged and vibrated in his pocket. He thumbed the screen to view the message - "You have a match with Tiffani B."


Chapter 2: Scene 7
Maria swung her car off Main Street, Sells Arizona - the capital of the Tohono O'odham nation. It was a threadbare town of squat, single story buildings, wire fencing and wooden utility poles. Organ pipe cacti and mesquite trees grew sporadically, sometimes even tangled together in patchy clusters. The broad intersections were punctuated by short, scraggly trees, making the solitary tall palm stand out as the second tallest structure in Sells, after the white cell phone towers.
Maria turned slowly onto Cactus Loop, a cracked one-way road that circled back on itself like a chariot racing track.
She parked in front of the mesh gates of a patchy low-rise structure labelled simply as building #15 and stepped out.
"I'm here to see Flint Chaska," Maria said enquiringly to the stocky gentleman smoking a cigarette. Behind him was a corrugated plastic plaque indicating it was the office for 'Planning & Economic Development'. It looked like the town was badly in need of both.
"You found me," replied the man. "How's your big science experiment going?"
Maria was startled for a moment but realised he probably saw the facility's parking permit stuck inside her sedan's windshield.
"It's going very well, Mr Chaska. Director Samuelson and the whole team wanted to express their continued gratitude for your people's support of our project. We look forward to continued collaboration with the Tohono O'odham nation, and other indigenous communities, to develop mutually beneficial relationships, respect and understanding." Maria thought she rattled off the pre-prepared line she came up with on the drive down quite well.
Chaska looked at the woman as he exhaled slowly, cigarette smoke billowing down from his broad nostrils forming symmetrical vortices, their silvery whisps dissipating quickly into the dry heat. Licking his fingertips he pinched the end off the roll-up he was smoking and stood up. "Come on in Miss -," Chaska wondered if he'd forgotten her name already. "Dr Maria Rodriguez," Maria said helpfully, as she followed him to the cool, sparse interior.
"You want something to drink?" asked Chaska. Maria looked around the bare room. There was a battered wooden desk with a disconnected telephone, wire dangling over the unfinished concrete floor. A dusty sink occupied a darkened back corner and beside it was a stack of crumpled bankers’ boxes.
"Oh, no, thank you, I'm fine," said Maria wondering where liquid of any sort could have been obtained from if she had dared to say yes.
Chaska pulled out a hip flask and took a swig, gesturing to Maria. "I got a long drive back, but thanks" she said holding her hands up.
"You're not staying over?" asked Chaska quizzically. "The talk at the school isn't until 5pm, we laid on a little barbeque for after. Roads get pretty dark soon after that."
Maria closed her eyes and cursed Samuelson under her breath. "Oh, right yes, the talk at the school." Maria felt she could wing it. "How many children go there again?" she asked.
Chaska winced as he took another swig from his flask and looked puzzled. "Umm, we got about a hundred kids down at Baboquivari, why do you ask?"
Maria stood there at a loss for what to say. "That prick, Samuelson," Chaska said, a wry smile growing on his tanned and perfectly cleanshaven face. Chaska felt a pang of pity for Maria, realising the predicament Samuelson had placed the young woman in.
"Sit down, I'll tell you all about it."
Chaska told Maria about the gold mining operation at Indian Pass which lay on sacred native lands between Picacho and Buzzards peaks, east of the Chocolate Mountains. The open pit mine used cyanide heap leaching to extract gold from its oxide, some of which ended up being used on Cosmic Explorer's huge mirrors. The massive gold discs were almost perfect reflectors. Suspended by threads of carbon nanotubes to minimise any possible vibration from their surroundings, they hung motionless at either end of the CME's 40-kilometre vacuum tubes.
Representatives from the Quechan tribe were joining Tohono O'odham elders for a powwow. Samuelson had promised someone senior from the CME would be present as an observer.
"Look, I know there's nothing you can do about it," said Chaska. He offered Maria another swig from his flask. This time she accepted. "We just felt having a voice from CME added to ours would help the case. It's coming up to the state court in a few months and, well..." Chaska already knew it was highly unlikely the state judiciary would rule in their favour but perhaps it didn't need to get that far. Besides, playing along with the game was the only thing he could do to maintain some honour in the eyes of his people. And in Anoki's eyes too. He knew he would have to deal with him delicately tonight.