Greening — 2

In its place, a single word:

She felt it then—a faint vibration beneath her boots. Not an earthquake. Not machinery. The floor of the lab was concrete, but beneath that, the soil was waking up. Roots she had never planted were pushing through the foundation. Outside the window, the sky was clear for the first time in a century, but the trees were moving. Not growing. Moving. greening 2

Dr. Elara Mbeki stared at the holographic display floating above her wrist. The number was blinking: In its place, a single word: She felt

“The network is… thinking,” Jun said. In its place

She looked at her wrist. The number was no longer blinking.