 So tall and brown, so handsome and bald, so loving in her honest pleasure, so fine in her storm cloud gray. She is one of many wearing the same garb, committed to the same purpose. Follow her now as she leaves behind the crowd and walks along the biofiber paved side streets into the shadows. Beneath a skyscraper that floats a few meters off the ground. Oh no, it's perfectly safe. A malade has controlled gravity for generations now.