This ambushed me as I was listening to the single of “Planet Texas.” I have no idea where it will go.
“Thank you, sir.”
Heads and optical sensors turned at the archaic words and accent. The woman smiled at the server and took a flute of sparkling pear juice. She turned to her escort and raised the glass in a salute, head tipped to the side, hat brim half-concealing her smile.
“You’re welcome, ma’am.” Her escort smiled and raised the glass in return. He took her free arm and they walked farther into the room. Several of the diplomats frowned and moved out of their way, avoiding any social contact. A murmur of discontent flowed below the conversations in the sparkling reception chamber. How dare a diplomat go armed? Did he not trust the security scanners and robo-guards? And who had approved the weapon? The couple ignored the murmur, nodded to a representative from Sanduska, and made their way to the star wall. Continue reading