The brutality of her recent memory had tapped turbid reserves of fear, and carved new realizations out from hardcoded alcoves of human resilience. Her ancestral lineage and lived experience had built a fierce calmness in Myra; the whir of propulsors, cycling to carry the aerial along, was loud enough to make dialog difficult, and no one tried, so the rugged landscape of interior Alaska fully occupied the oculars of the occupants of their autonomous transport. It skimmed a few meters above the...