The word the capital used was suspension, and the platforms found a different one inside twenty minutes.
Nothing in the order admitted that anything had been taken from anybody at all. It spoke of continuity, determination, and pending review while emptying a national network.
Anchor transit had never moved bodies along a road in the ordinary sense. A block of passengers entered a gate and became an in-transit record inside that anchor's buffer.
The record resolved at a registered endpoint before most of them finished a breath. Nobody had needed to think about the seconds in between, because the seconds had never mattered.
Diana had the sweep's own propagation log inside twenty minutes of the first drop. It read like maintenance, in order, with a reference number at the head of every line.
