The Anarchy Store
We believe it’s time for a little anarchy. Our T-
Decker punched the code into the control panel by the observation deck door. Obediently the door opened. “How is it when we come up here we always seem to have the observation deck to ourselves?” Susan asked.
“Magic,” Decker replied. “A bit of electronic magic.”
Susan felt his arms wrap around her from behind as they stood there watching the planet thru the window rotating slowly below. “I wonder…,” she started to say but the thought faded.