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Futures Imperfect


Connie Willis

Futures Imperfect

UNCHARTED TERRITORY

REMAKE

BELLWETHER



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Uncharted Territory
expedition 183: day 19

We were still three kloms from King's X when Carson spotted the dust. "What on hell's that?" he
said, leaning forward over his pony's pommelbone and pointing at nothing that I could see.

"Where?" I said.

"Over there. All that dust."

I still couldn't see anything except the pinkish ridge that hid King's X, and a couple of luggage
grazing on the scourbrush, and I told him so.

"My shit, Fin, what do you mean you can't—" he said, disgusted. "Hand me the binocs."

"You've got 'em," I said. "I gave 'em to you yesterday. Hey, Bult!" I called up to our scout.

He was hunched over the log on his pony's saddlebone, punching in numbers. "Bult!" I shouted. "Do
you see any dust up ahead?"

He still didn't look up, which didn't surprise me. He was busy doing his favorite thing, tallying up
fines.

"I gave the binocs back to you," Carson said. "This morning when we packed up."

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"This morning?" I said. "This morning you were in such an all-fired hurry to get back to King's X