Nothing should interrupt a Sufi Raag.

The Auction sells things you won’t find anywhere else, the things that exist only as one piece in the world. And soon, they’ll sell it. The Codex Gigas: a three-feet-tall ancient book some believe the devil himself wrote. Yes, the real devil. Others think the book contains all the secrets of mesmerism. Not that she needs to mesmerize anyone in particular. She only needs to stop stuttering while her new family stares at her.

‘Little knowledge makes people superstitiously defensive,’ she read in Mob Psychology.

A war hero’s fake speech! That’s a crime!” Pico keeps complaining. “Even a home-service bot bearing the ghost of a legendary AI will be processed for that!

... don’t judge something seeing only a part of it. And don’t let others force you to see all of it.

“I’ll let you not wear a vest when you can walk without tearing your blouse, sweetie.”

But faith betrays sometimes. Faith has fluidity. Faith evolves like her machine-learning-models, self-correcting from previous experiences.

All living creatures always sense what heals their woe—a code in their subconscious.

Junk Land—most of it is trees, hills, and old broken things. At least it has empty air space, open to sky and free from air-traffic. It’s the space that is too costly to be owned by the people living around, and too embarrassing to be owned by the ones who can afford them. It spreads all over the world outside the cities like swollen veins crawling through the flesh.

It’s the West Alpha Residential Section—the part of the city where you must be able to afford the airspace around equalling 3000% of the volume of your house (all of which should be left empty so others may enjoy the sky).