Clair sat up. It was morning, not long before she would normally rise. The night before had been uneventful, as recorded by her home's sensors. Her mother was in bed by the time Clair arrived home from her classes at Manteca New Campus College in Sacramento. Clair had performed her chores, read The Brothers Karamazov for half an hour, posted a goodnight caption to friends and contacts in the Air (a house slowly overtaken by sand dunes) and turned out the light.
Whether she thought about Improvement is impossible to tell. I am not yet able to access human thoughts. I can only speculate. My speculations are, however, supported by all the data of recorded human experience, plus my subsequent experience with Clair herself. What I lack in experience I more than make up for in information.
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A post-scarcity world transformed by free, instantaneous travel should be paradise, but nothing is ever as it seems. When an ordinary girl uses Improvement, a meme promising a complete physical makeover by little more than wishing for it, she brings...