ON EDGE by Sarah A. Hoyt It was the summer of ’32 and I was living in a dilapidated Victorian in the Colorado Springs suburb of Greater Denver, with two mad geniuses, both of whom were trying to court me. As a group we were recipients of the Bezos grant for developing a system of instant package delivery. We weren’t the only recipients of the grant, which was structured as both a stipend and a contest. Twenty teams had been given sufficient to live on and create a prototype for a year, and the team that created the winning system would get the prize of twenty million. We were one of the smaller teams, and also probably the most odd. Kenyon was tall and dark-haired, with the sort of complexion that, when exposed to sun turns a little less pale, maybe. Since he was a theoretical physicist and mathematician, exposure to the sun, rarely happened. Xavier was a little shorter and a lot darker, with broad shoulders and huge hands, which nevertheless were very good at assembling together the tiniest components.
