Menlo feels like she doesn’t belong. Distrusted by her employers and isolated within her community, she spends her time digging up old junk from the past; a past no one seems to care about. She might be any middle-aged woman; only, she is thirty light-years from home, her employers are the last intellectual elite, her neighbours live in Domes and the past that no one seems to care about is Earth.
Menlo feels like she doesn’t belong. Distrusted by her employers and isolated within her community, she spends her time digging up old junk from the past; a past no one seems to care about. She might be any middle-aged woman; only, she is thirty light-years from home, her employers are the last intellectual elite, her neighbours live in Domes and the past that no one seems to care about is Earth.
