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 James Knapp, 2013
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 hapter One
30:12:04 BC
The elevator rattled its way up toward my floor as I leaned back, eyes closed, only half 
aware of the world around me. The bitter aftertaste of Zen oil lingered on my tongue, and while it still had me  pleasantly disconnected my thoughts buzzed around in circles beneath the haze. I felt like I should be upset, or afraid
. like I should be freaking out or something, but I wasn‘t any of those things. I didn‘t know how to feel anymore, about anything.
“To anyone receiving this transmission
The voice, a foreign man speaking butchered Mandarin, sounded distant, rising through a faint static whine from over the ad box maybe? Somewhere nearby.
the race you call the haan are not 
More static. ―.
this is not a dream.
I snorted as the elevator jostled me out of my trance, and shook my head to clear it. I rubbed my eyes, and as I took a wobbly step forward I saw the ad box screen mounted inside the door flicker to display a panel of cool electric gray.
Xing?‖ a female voice asked, issuing from the speaker underneath. When I didn‘t answer, it tried again. ―Sam?‖
―Not now,‖ I said, chewing my lip.
―Sorry, but elevators cost money, you know. I have two names on record matching your ID. Which do you prefer?‖
―Sam, I guess.‖ The box screen flickered, updating info. ―Was that you talking, before?‖
―Something about a transmission? The haan? I thought I heard something.‖
―It wasn‘t me. Since you have a moment, though, I would like to talk to you about—‖

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