The data stored in her blood can save a city on the brink or destroy it. Blackmailed into transporting secrets throughout the troubled domed city, Emery is caught between two factions: those who want her blood, and those who just want her dead.
J.L. Forrest writes from the wet techno-jungles of the Pacific Northwest, the high deserts of the Rocky Mountains, or the Old Country in Roma, Italia. His work appears in Analog Science Fiction and Fact, Crossed Genres, Third Flatiron, and others.