Fun fact: If you look closely at the stickers they put on supermarket apples, each one says “We take your privacy seriously,” and if you didn’t know that it’s because nobody reads those either.

Patrol robot ARD07 came across glass littering atrium 7. Scanning surrounding areas and finding no intrusion, it tagged the report for cleanup. Sweeper YUE01 arrived and began cleaning, bumping into something. “Oh, excuse me sir,” it pleaded, as mirror shards jostled off a face.

Hardseals disengaged, the rescue crew opened dKinar’s hatch. Pulling torches and peering in, a calendar full of Xs floated, weightless. Eni grabbed it, flipping to the last page marked with red. “August 8th...that’s tomorrow.” Sara grasped, flipping it over. “Tomorrow last year.”

Something inside the restaurant stopped Rai in his tracks. “You can see it,” an unprompted question from a doorman, “the ultraviolet.” “Yes,” Rai said, as the woman’s skin flushed and rippled like a cuttlefish. “Ocular replacement, RP series? They always stop. It never works.”