A stray lightning bolt slices the sky. The glint of a space tether's nanoscopic line flickers into sight.
A high end officiate in a neat suit steps from the elevator with a pocket full of special drugs.
The plan? A deception of nano-robotic limitations.
The goal? Freedom from corporate b******t.
The twist? Grapefruit, just a little bitter.
Will Charcoal get the sample they've come to District 6 for or will Lithograph refuse to play along?
