The boy’s crime, Elara knew from the file, was stealing bread to feed his little sister. The sister had died of fever before the trial. The Accord did not care.
“Will you be there?” he asked. “In the new place?” migration chamber
The old body exhaled for the last time. Elara unstrapped him. Two orderlies in sterile suits lifted the corpse onto a gurney. It would be liquefied by evening. The boy’s crime, Elara knew from the file,