An entire universe carried on without me out there in the silence while I kept everyone else flying. I’d had my hands in the entrails of so many ships I’d lost count, but even after over thirty system-years of life on Orpim, I’d never set foot off-planet. Dirt doesn’t feel right on the heels of someone born to be in the sky. That craving to break free of the ground. The team had cast impatient glances toward the sky while we worked, as if those naked planets might bioform without them. The biosynths could only cover half the labor costs for repairing their damaged waveguides, but we took the work anyway. They couldn’t even think about seeding the universe with new species without a working ship, and that’s where we came in, the engineers: stitching together humanity’s lifeline out in the Big Quiet. We can’t lose another ship.Īunt Lai and I watched the Series IV Greenbelt disappear into the atmosphere, carrying a team of biosynths with it. Sweat and dirt stung my eyes as I held my breath. Heat buffeted my face, whipping my locs behind me. No portion of this book may be reproduced by any means, mechanical, electronic, or otherwise, without first obtaining the permission of the copyright holder.įor more information, contact Masque 978-1-60701-401-0 (trade paperback) Masque Books is an imprint of Prime Books For all those who were born to be in the sky.
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