It’s a Tuesday in 2078, somewhere in the mountains of what used to be Colorado.

You wake up whenever you feel like it. The cabin already knows your circadian rhythm better than you do; light brightens in slow amber waves until you’re ready. Coffee beans roasted two nights ago in Oaxaca, ground eight minutes ago, wait brewed on the counter at 140 °F, still gently steaming. There’s no job to rush to, no commute, no Slack.

Your granddaughter, visiting from the city, laughs at something on her lens and tells you the new symphony that dropped at midnight was composed by “no one”, just the Orchestra, she says, the big one that lives in the mesh.

She’s twenty-two, speaks three languages fluently, has never written a résumé, and occasionally disappears for weeks to help seed kelp forests …

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