Two Eliksni crouch near a space-heater in their half-ruined district of humanity’s Last City. They have a concrete ceiling over their heads but only two walls, forming a tiled corner at the outer edge of a broken building.
What is the radius of a thought? How far does it reach?
“It’s funny,” Poet-11 says. “Not funny, but strange. I try to avoid using Stasis because … I don’t trust it.
Commander Zavala was in his spot—his post, as far as public visitors to the Tower were concerned—gazing out over the Last City. It shone in the dusk, illuminating the shadow underneath the Traveler.