“ When Nicolas finally set down the Solar car next to a giant house surrounded by wheat fields, Ava was momentarily lost for words. “You live at a farm?” she exclaimed. “That’s what it looks like,” Nicolas confirmed with a smirk. Admittedly, it was nothing like the farms she’d known back home – huddled between rows and rows of barley and wheat swaying in the breeze, the fields under the blue sky undulating with a life force that was painfully absent underneath this sterile, man-made... dome. Still, it was strangely reminiscent of home, and suddenly, she was touched her father had chosen Nicolas as her guardian. She’d have been comfortable here as a child if her dad had passed away at an even younger age. “So, you grow this food for yourself?” she wanted to know. “Is it a hobby?” In Elite territory, there was no need to practice farming. The rich made sure their food was flown in from poorer regions where all the labor happened.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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