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vessel that reportedly had emerged from the ground and launched the aircraft. Undoubtedly the mission was carried out by one of the small resistance groups that kept cropping up. Nothing of real concern to the Chairman or his followers.
    Kupi sat across the aisle in one of four seats facing another table, smoking a joint and chatting with an anarchist like herself, a slender man who wore the signature black garb of their ilk—except Kupi had a golden peace-symbol medal on her lapel, awarded to her by the GSA government for her bravery and quick thinking with the Splitter Cannon. Her companion’s preference was red wine, not juana, and he was drinking straight from a large bottle.
    Occasionally Joss saw the remnants of cities, towns, and industrial sites whiz by outside, locations where the linked processes of splitting and greenforming had been incomplete, for any number of reasons. Sometimes in the rush to map and chart all details and set priorities for J-Mac work crews, mistakes were committed that other crews needed to correct later. If a Splitter Cannon was not calibrated and aimed properly, for instance, it could result in the incomplete melting of buildings, infrastructure, and other man-made objects. He had also heard of some greenformers not loading the proper genetic materials into their Seed Cannons, thus resulting in plants not surviving in particular localized environments, or in the introduction of invasive species or parasitic organisms that required additional eco-tech work.
    Knowledgeable in plant pathology, Joss was proud of his own careful attention to detail and meticulous work ethic. He looked down on others who were inattentive to their duties. As a team, he and Kupi Landau were highly rated for their skills, which put them in demand for the most challenging assignments, where their superiors didn’t want mistakes to be made.
    Joss worried as he thought of Kupi and her tendency to be independent, no matter the consequences. On the job she always performed her assignments with technical proficiency and thoroughness, never leaving any target standing after firing her black cannon, thus setting the stage for Joss to follow and scatter the seeds of his profession. But she was by no means an example of the perfect J-Mac employee. Her attitude and sharp tongue often got her negative attention, and if any other person ever said the things she did, that person would be summarily dismissed, or worse. Kupi kept getting away with more than others could, because of the important connections she’d made in the Corporate War and her significant contributions to what the Chairman called “our great and glorious green victory.”
    So far she had eluded serious trouble but there had to be a limit, and Joss remained wary. He genuinely cared about the older woman and wanted to protect her, but didn’t want to lose his own career by his personal involvement with her. He feared that one day she would step so far over the line with her comments that no one would be able to save her, not even Chairman Rahma Popal, Kupi’s former lover during the war.
    Now Kupi was telling stories from the legendary early days of the Army of the Environment again, when the Chairman’s closest friend Glanno Artindale had been a hero of the revolution. He was killed in Atlanta in February 2041, when a U.S. Army battalion opened fire on a crowd of peaceful demonstrators that the Chairman was leading. Glanno Artindale died in Rahma Popal’s arms, a scene that was immortalized in an iconic photograph used as a recruiting poster for the rebellion. The incident on Peachtree Street made him a martyr, and the words “Remember Glanno!” became a rallying cry for the ragtag army of environmentalists, anarchists, hippies, animal-rights activists, draft-card burners, and the homeless that ultimately overthrew the powerful Corporates and their entrenched allies.
    Joss heard Kupi talking about her affair with