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Every morning was sunny on Kappa IV. No one was quite sure why things worked out that way. After all, regs said that the weather systems were supposed to be random. Alice's pet theory was that the coders had inserted an extra subroutine into the programme. That was all very well, in Emma's opinion, except they'd have been fired and sued if they ever got caught. It was far more likely that it was just a bug that had persisted through the years.
Still, when Emma opened her eyes to a gloomy bedroom, she knew something was wrong. Unconsciously, she pulled her duvet up to her chin, tucking her feet up underneath her. The house was quiet. She couldn't even here the quiet buzz of the heaters, or the hum of shuttles passing outside. Stranger still, her comp-screen was dark and blank.
Still, when Emma opened her eyes to a gloomy bedroom, she knew something was wrong. Unconsciously, she pulled her duvet up to her chin, tucking her feet up underneath her. The house was quiet. She couldn't even here the quiet buzz of the heaters, or the hum of shuttles passing outside. Stranger still, her comp-screen was dark and blank.