Escolar Documentos
Profissional Documentos
Cultura Documentos
D a n W e l l s
BA LZER + BR AY
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That evening, Sahara Cowan stepped out of her front door like
a movie star, flanked by a pair of cam nulis hovering in the air
around her—one in front to get a good shot of her face, and one
on the side to catch Marisa in the background. Marisa had helped
her program the AI that guided their camera angles; Sahara could
control them with her djinni, but most of the time the algorithm
was surprisingly good at capturing the best shots on its own. The
small pink bow glued to the lead nuli identified it as Camilla, and
its mustached companion was Cameron. Of course Sahara had
named them.
Sahara strutted toward them like a runway model, and Marisa
clapped politely.
“Gorgeous,” she said.
“Thanks.” Sahara twirled, showing off her dress: a short, lay-
ered skirt, almost like flower petals reaching down around her
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“I’m not leaving until I know she’s okay.” Marisa folded her arms
and leaned against Omar’s car. “End of subject.”
“She’ll be fine,” said Sahara. “You heard what she said—she’s
done it before and nothing happened. Even Omar said it was safe.”
“Este pinche pirujo tan chin—”
“That much Spanish in a row means you’re really pissed off,”
said Bao, “and I know you’re mad at Omar, but he’s seen this
before—”
Marisa snorted. “So he should never have let her take it.”
“But he did,” said Bao calmly, “because he’s seen it before, and
he knows that it’s safe.”
“Taxi’s here,” said Sahara.
“I’m not leaving until I hear from her,” Marisa repeated. “You
can go if you want, but I’m—” She stopped abruptly, as a small
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