The Vote

Her banked labor is long now exchanged.
We let her be for years in her alt worlds.
But now she has second world friends,
more, second world loves, joint minds.

But to make them first world, it means
real travel, and maglevs take real power,
rarely used to get the little we can't fabricate
or grow, the stubborn distant physical.

She uses little, a small space, some food,
old clothes, a little alt world power.
We let her be. But to move her body a
thousand kilometers to her waiting loves!

We have some banked global labor, second
world labor to match the use of the maglev.
She is a shadow to us here. We send her.
She bikes to the station, beaming yellow light.