"What is freedom to the Carvi Beetle?" Jed asked as he probed his nose with a grease-covered finger.
I squinted and waited for him to answer himself. Any question Jed poses that even feels like philosophy is just a reason for him to yap. Some treasure in his left nostril had taken his mind off course.
I hoisted the shovel and stretched out my back. The walls of scaffolding surrounded us and glittered in the sunset. It seemed to grow a kilometer every day.
I looked down at the Beam Sprout at my feet and stepped back, just in case.