Page 68 of Ghosted in Arkadia

Killian rolls his eye before sticking his arm out of the car and pouring water from the bottle over the letters.

“So you’re saying that’s technology?”

“Yup,” Killian quips. “Primitive technology too. You’re not going to believe half the stuff they have in the free cities. It will look like magic.”

“Magic?” I scoff.

“Some people have neural interface telepathy,” Killian offers. “They can talk to people in their minds,” he explains. “There’re sprays that heal wounds. Anti-gravity devices that can actually make people fly. That kind of magic.”

“Wow.” I can imagine everything he describes, but it feels like a far-off thing.

“You get used to it,” Killian says, shutting the door to the car and reaching for his seatbelt. “Any other pressing questions, princess?”

I smile and he turns on the ignition. “Only a hundred or so.”

“Good thing we have a long drive.”