Adella’s bright eyes opened. “Hey,” a voice said. “I can’t believe you somehow slept through that.” Adella turned towards Risa, the mission leader. “Look out there, that’s Martian soil.” Adella looked through the window next to her and saw the rust-colored dunes, and the strangest sight: a blue sunset. The hazy orange sky melted into […]
She wanted to explore the planet’s surface, but that was not in the research mission’s protocol. If her colleague will fix the ship, then she will never get the chance to explore the unique planet ever again. She has to get the ship to crash…
There’s nothing like exploring the fringes of the galaxy to figure out what you want to do with your life.
This is the stuff of dreams. The drink of gods, the enabler of magic, and the driving force of our civilization, all distilled in small but sturdy glass vials on a moon forty-seven light-years from our home
Has it really been 970 years of sleep? To think… Almost a millennium of time that never was. Oh, the dreams I had! I would almost do this trip again, if only for a millennium of vivid dreams.