Alice’s ears popped as the craft settled next to a silver Mercedes that looked more like a carbon-fiber arrowhead than a pedestrian transport. She exited into cold, thin air that whipped through her jacket with a hiss. Her hair writhed, medusa-like, in the gale. She swept it clear and looked for an entrance; nothing, then a glint of pure-green light twinkled across her right eye. She focused to see a small black seed hovering in front of her. The green light was a retinal scanner that clicked off before the microdrone buzzed away, impervious to the gale.