“Only the tiniest bit of kitchen light creeps in, and even with the door open, all the sounds from outside get swallowed up by this space.
I set my DataSlate on the edge of the huge mahogany desk and look out to the kitchen clock. It’s midnight, and I don’t know when Remi usually wakes to nurse. Will Mirielle bring her to the kitchen? Just in case, I press a button—no need for a fingerprint scan on the inside—and watch the cold steel door slide closed. The kitchen light snuffs out, but a power switch glows next to the door.
I flick it on. Overhead lights glimmer, and flat screens flicker to life on every wall.
The screen to my left shows real-time images of a row of satellites. Eight of them. I step closer. Are those solar panels attached? Underneath each image is a display panel with numbers, all gradually climbing. They are labeled in kilowatts. I reach out to touch one of the panels, and a new window emerges from the center of the screen.
It’s full of constantly changing numbers.
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