The download cafe was always well stocked, with its row upon row of purple and black designs, showing stars streaking around spaceships, or astronauts looking meaningfully into the middle distance, or exotic alien races – often alien ladies – inquisitively reaching out. Scrolling through them, one after another, she sighed, listening to the click-click-click they were programmed to make, reminiscent of physical books.
Around her the crowd in the Generation Ship milled past the book kiosk. Nothing but autobiographical space dramas from thousands of worlds. So boring, so so boring.
Oh, what was this?
Looking for Alibrandi?
Well, it was different-looking!