"How dare they defile The Survivor's Covenant?" asked Winston.
I didn't answer his rhetorical question. Instead, I watched the approaching cliff face as our transport flew over the lake towards the defilers. They'd come far enough to discourage visitors, but had still kept the city on the horizon of the lake.
You ask me, "defiled" was an overstatement. But, Winston's native language was hyperbole. When it came to the Covenant, no statement was too grand. Was the couple's relationship a violation of the law? Yes. "Defilers?" Come on.
"Your honor, the 17 billion humans on our planet need the resources Neris Seven will provide," said Barnett.
"How so?" asked the judge at the head of the table.
Barnett stared at Ms. Dharma, the plaintiff's attorney. Connect the dots. "Heavy metals exist in abundance in the sulfide deposits around these hydrothermal vents on the sea floor. Heavy metals required to produce solar panels. Solar panels we need to keep the lights on. Literally."
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