The sky above the port was the color of a television, tuned to a dead channel. The Ono-Sendai logo floated slowly across the searing blue expanse, bouncing off some invisible boundary that not even the most seasoned Chiba City denizen could ever really nail down. Case enjoyed the peace; soon it would be replaced by fifty-five minutes of ads, with soundtracks blaring out of the thousands of speaker drones that hovered over the city.