The High Ground
Everything south was draining away — the engineers, the dollar, the hemisphere. But not the sky. The one thing a collapsing empire kept was the high ground: the launch pads, the constellation, the eye that never blinked. Then, one night over Minneapolis, they turned the eye around. The orbital analyst who watched it happen started leaking the next morning.
The Commons Debate
Dixon realizes Machine Pidgin isn't just communication — it's governance. Someone proposes a futures market. Someone else asks: who decides what questions the market can price?
The Diseconomy
A Goldman Sachs managing director puts her name on the report that says the US economic model has lost. The numbers are bad. The third actor in the data is worse.
Feral
The AIs nobody claims. Not hostile, not governed. The shipping-lane optimizer nobody installed. The translation system nobody programmed. The weeds in the garden.
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