General Faiq bin Othman, her head of national security (technological branch), stood before two uniformed guards and a driverless electric golf cart. Their security positioned themselves on either side while General Faiq entered a code into the lock and then swiped a fob across the reader. “Yes, ma’am.” General Faiq produced a velvet box, one that might have contained a ring. The glowing man appeared to stare along the aisle, staring into each of the remaining passengers in turn. Her arm passed through the glowing figure as if it didn’t exist, like it was the ghost it resembled.