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the entryway had two sets of zippered doors, like an airlock.
    "Man, you guys really love the black, don't you? A dark tent like this ought to be scorching hot." It was actually quite cool with the fans, however. She looked around with interest at the dimly lit interior. It was packed with various screens and sensors. Clio wondered how all this equipment came out of the tiny hovercar. Then the two men captured her attention.
    "Hello, I am Seth and this is my uncle, Max," Seth shook her hand formally.
    She smiled, delighted with his manners and his strange accent. "Well I'm sure glad I found you. We thought y'all had given up and gone home. Looks like you are prepared to camp out on the moon in this thing."
    "Your chamber of commerce group graciously offered to arrange for us to stay at your local inn. I am sure it is charming, but we really wanted to get started with our survey of the area. We also wanted to test out the tent. It's made out of solar fabric. It generates enough electricity to run the fans and some of the equipment," he smiled like a kid with a new toy. She couldn't be sure in the dim light of the tent, but he looked kind of cute.
    "You know old Farmer Dan thought you were aliens come to scare his goats?" she said, taking in Seth's longish dark hair and generous smile. He seemed just as interested in her flyaway curls and generous curves.
    "Imagine what a fright we will give them if we buy this land and install our server farm," Seth replied. "We have plans for simply huge solar installations. The goats will think we've taken away the sun." He pulled up a map of the property on one of the screens and overlaid it with building plans to show her what they had in mind. She whistled low in appreciation. As she stepped forward to study the plans, he studied her backside with appreciation.
    Clio turned and caught his look. She arched an eyebrow. Seth blushed and turned to fumble with some equipment.
    "Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked, turning towards his uncle. Her attention was captured by the images and data streaming across the large screens while Max's hands flew over the touchpad.
    "Yes actually, there is," replied Max. "We wanted to get started with our survey as soon as possible. However, while we are getting excellent transmissions through the globenet, we can't seem to get the local satellites to do a deep scan of the area. Everything else seems to work fine, but the satellites aren't able to take a picture of the ground here. It's very strange. And the maps we were able to pull from the globenet were rather old and not particularly high quality."
    It was Clio's turn to blush and stammer. "Ah well, it's Texas, you know. Since The Troubles, we don't have the most reliable equipment here, especially out in the sticks like we are. Most of our satellites are maintained by a company out of Houston and they have been known to have a few problems." Seth looked at her. She seemed nervous just now. He decided she was probably just embarrassed to admit that they were technologically behind.
    Some people referred to The Troubles as "The Global Crap Out" or "The Big Screw Up" but the government frowned on that sort of negativity. Frowning meant they'd lock you in a torture prison until you saw the error of your ways. Or you died. They weren't picky.
    The effects of dumping tons of chemicals into the soil to produce vast swaths of monoculture corn and cows finally combined with the effects of dumping garbage in the water, air and everywhere else. The result made the old hype about Global Warming seem like worrying about getting gray hair and then finding out you've got lung cancer. The environment couldn't have gotten more messed up if God himself grabbed the earth and gave it a good hard shake. But people muddled through like people always do.
    It probably would have been fine if the governments of the world hadn't started viciously fighting over the last of the world's natural resources like oil. The