There are some types of artificial intelligence in these stories. I wish contemporary AI would tell me how realisitic they are.
There’s a stench on Green Comet, and it’s not imaginary.
This reading is chapter seventeen of The Francesians, the third book in the Green Comet trilogy. The eight haven’t even made it to the Square and already the shortcomings of the current administration are becoming pungently obvious. Things only get worse when they get there. Elgin and Fran won’t be staying in their old apartment. It’s been turned into a shrine to Saint Frances.
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