Consuela

My name is Consuela. I'm the one who doesn't want to fit in.

In 2335 on Earth almost everybody is either EC or Invader. If you're caught in between them or mixed-class, it's tough. I'm bored by the whole thing, though. I'm an Invader to the core—I've got everything down pat. And I wish I wasn't just exactly what I'm supposed to be.

My secret is I've always wanted to know more about the EC. I don't know why we're supposed to hate them. And when this random old EC woman asks me to come with her as a translator (because guess what, centuries of fighting between our two groups has created lots of barriers!) I couldn't turn it down. What I didn't anticipate was how much trouble my new friend is in. I always thought EC were pack-minded and loyal, but it seems I was wrong. I might turn a few heads by spending time with Miss Plummer—but if your friends turn out to be your enemies, maybe you need your enemies to become your friends.

It's Palladia, though. Here both enemy and friend are words that so often mean the same thing. Would you trust me? I've got to shrug and say maybe you shouldn't.