>>5429313<span class="mu-s">Several hours later, at the regional spaceport.</span>
The spaceport terminal is a monster of a building, a colossus of glass and steel made in a neo-21st century style; huge screens display departure and arrival times, and thousands of people crowd about in security queues. You’re waiting in line near Sayla, and Édouard is a little bit away helping guide the temporarily wheelchair bound Teabolo through the teeming throngs of people.
Something catches Sayla’s attention in the crowd, a green sphere about the size of a football rolling along the ground between people's feet. A boy a few years younger than you, closer to Sayla’s age, is running after it, desperately weaving past people to catch the sphere. After squinting at it the sphere for a moment you realize it’s a toy robot of some kind… you vaguely remember seeing ads for them before, but it wasn’t something that ever interested you.
“No, come back!” The boy calls out after the green robot, “No, don’t go that way!”
>Help the kid out, you can probably catch the green robot.>Just watch, it’s none of your business.>Write-in. 