“I’m getting used to this shaking. I hate it though when they happen at night. I can’t sleep properly and then I’m tired in the morning.” Kleoniki commented to her sister. The morning was bright and warm. The ships, sailing for their destinations, could be seen far below the jagged cliffs on the Aegean Sea Island
Emmate was tired, the soles of his feet were callused and his stomach growled incessantly from hunger. The trek across the steep hills and valleys was an arduous exercise in survival. But, he had made it to this little town deep in the transitional forest with just enough energy to seek help and a reprieve.
“Where the hell are they?” This statement had been repeated dozens of times ever since the H.M.S.S. New Hebrides confirmed it’s sub-light configuration and entry into our solar system’s outer thermosphere. All communications and telemetry were transmitted and received via a Cray Dark Star Interface, the only thermal plasma computer of its kind in existence,