“How’s the Zurich link?” Aris asked.
Three years ago, New Shanghai and the Pacific Alliance had been on the brink of war over a single freshwater aquifer. Today, their engineers shared a server. The Eurasian Collective had cracked the code for atmospheric scrubbing, and they’d given it to the African Federation for free. The South American Spire project had been funded by a consortium of former enemies. globalscape efforts
“Status on the Manila Spire?” he asked, his voice dry as ash. “How’s the Zurich link
The rain on the dome began to lighten. Outside, in the gray sky, a sliver of blue appeared. It wasn't much. But it was a start. The Eurasian Collective had cracked the code for
Aris Thorne allowed himself a single, small smile. The Globalscape Effort wasn’t about saving the planet. The planet would be fine, eventually. It was about saving the connection —the thread between hands reaching for the same tool, the same future.