"Explain to me again how she got onto my property." "One of the sensors near the Special Projects Testing Center apparently malfunctioned.

He was in charge of the estate's two hundred man security force, and fully aware of his boss' vision for the future of his planet.

Whether the end result would be the perfect world his boss envisioned he couldn't say, but Van der Meer liked what he saw so far.

Employees and household staff members came into view, moving up and down the hall and in and out of the many doors that punctuated its length. The big hallway was the architectural spine of the main house.

Almost all the rooms in the sprawling building ran off of it at one point or another.

Their sheer physical presence, not to mention their anatomical correctness, sometimes caused visiting dignitaries to stop and stare.

None of the myriad people rushing up and down the hall paid the slightest attention to the white bodies to either side; they'd seen them all before and had important work to do.It had been long in the making, and it would take decades more before the changes were complete, but the signs were there, too big to ignore, even if you weren't looking. The dreams of his father, and his father's father, of all the men in his line since they'd landed on this sandy globe, finally near fruition after almost two hundred years. A veritable army of workers serving him, performing every task imaginable, only a few of them aware that a vision was driving their world, changing it, making it better.What was once only the dream of a few special men . Everyone doing their part, whether they knew it or not.In each alcove they'd see usually one but sometimes two life- or larger-than-life-size nude sculptures done in the Realist style.The statues were the greasy white of real marble, gleaming dully in the light.While everyone called it an estate the property was much more than that, close to a dozen buildings scattered over an area the size of a spaceport.