The next morning, I woke to the hum of a freight unit.When I stepped out of the guest room, hover units were already moving Sasha's luggage into the main bedroom.Adrian stood beside the daylight panel, adjusting the room's lighting to a warm yellow glow that was supposed to help patients recover.That room was supposed to be my studio.One entire wall opened to real sunlight, and at night, I could watch the stars through the glass.Just yesterday, Adrian had told me that almost everyone in this century preferred digital art. Real paintings were rare. He said that with this studio, I could create something no one else in the world could make.Now my paint cases, the ones I'd carried 200 years into the future, sat outside the door.He didn't turn around as he adjusted the panel. "Sasha says she's always thought of your family as her own. Now that she's sick, she doesn't want to be away from you, so I brought her here. You don't mind, do you?""Adrian, where am I supposed to sleep?"He
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