Rise Of The Immaterial Man

Airport

While it was early in the morning the London City Airport was already a hub of activity.

I knew first-hand that, when dealing with business on a global scale, the company never really slept. As long as the sun was up somewhere in the world someone had to be dealing with company affairs, and in the case of the poor sorry sods who were rushing around the airport at eight am in the morning that responsibility clearly lay with them.

“So, where’s the warp gate?” I asked as we approached the entrance to the airport, “Surely it can’t actually be inside the airport, right? That would be ridiculous. There’s no way it would be kept secret.”

Sophia chuckled, “Oh because a warp gate in the middle of a park right next to one of London’s newest, hottest shopping and apartment complexes is so well hidden.”

“Okay, point,” I conceded, “That just raises the question of how either of these gates manages to stay hidden.”

“Just wait until we visit the gate in Trafalgar Square…” She said, there was a