The Sky Patroller restarted, Xu Cheng pulled down the lever, and the Shuttle Machine ascended into the sky, leaving Sevaburg, turning towards Netanya on the Taixi Continent.
Memories like the wind, another mark etched into Xu Cheng's memory, her father said memories are new connections formed by synaptic nerves. She hated explaining things so clearly. If it can be explained, it can be altered, even fabricated.
On the road, Lianhua kept talking non-stop, either lecturing Shahua or talking about money. Xu Cheng could filter her voice, listening only to the useful parts.
"...Transport 10 tons of steel, concrete, prefabricated components, tents, fabrics, electrical appliances, medical equipment, and key chips to the industrial area of Netanya, payment of 180,000 funds." Lianhua recited the content of the next report, "180,000, eh, the people of Netanya must be very wealthy."
