Foundation Fear
“Marq Hofti strode swiftly toward his Waldon Shaft office, his colleague and friend Sybyl chattering beside him. She was always energetic, bristling with ideas. Only occasionally did her energy seem tiresome.
The Artifice Associates offices loomed, weighty and impressive in the immense, high shaft.
A flutter-glider circled the protruding levels far above, banking among pretty green clouds. Marq craned his neck upward and watched the glider catch an updraft of the city's powerful air circulators. Atmospheric control even added the puff-ball vapors for variety.
He longed to be up there, swooping among their sticky flavors.
Instead, he was down here, donning his usual carapace of each-day's-a-challenge vigor. And today was going to be unusual. Risky. And though the zest for it sang in his stride, his grin, the fear of failure gave a leaden lining to his most buoyant plans.
If he failed today, at least he would not rumble from the sky, like a pilot who misjudged the the...rmals in the shaft.MoreLess
The Artifice Associates offices loomed, weighty and impressive in the immense, high shaft.
A flutter-glider circled the protruding levels far above, banking among pretty green clouds. Marq craned his neck upward and watched the glider catch an updraft of the city's powerful air circulators. Atmospheric control even added the puff-ball vapors for variety.
He longed to be up there, swooping among their sticky flavors.
Instead, he was down here, donning his usual carapace of each-day's-a-challenge vigor. And today was going to be unusual. Risky. And though the zest for it sang in his stride, his grin, the fear of failure gave a leaden lining to his most buoyant plans.
If he failed today, at least he would not rumble from the sky, like a pilot who misjudged the the...rmals in the shaft.MoreLess
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