Warframe

Chapter 1Page 1
Chapter 2...Page 7
Chapter 3...Page 11
Chapter 4.Page 15
Chapter 5.Page 20
Interlude.Page 26
Chapter 6.Page 28
Chapter 7.Page 35
Chapter 8.Page 43


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The gray, powdery dust shifted like fine sand underneath Jimmys boot as he took another short step.
Where his foot had been, was now a clear print. It caught his eye, and he smiled.
Perhaps Ill leave my own legacy, Neil, he thought. His eyes lifted and grazed the grey, dusty
landscape. Slopes rolled ahead of him, curving downward in the distance to mesh with the deep black
above. It was hardly the fells of rural England, but he had no complaints. Earth looked so small, at this
distance. Tracts of white drifted across the blue and brown surface. A smile touched his lips. Beautiful as
it was, it was still a single, tiny sphere in the cosmic marble bag of the Solar system. The Solar System
itself only a tiny fraction of the grand Milky Way.

He inched forward, then hopped, growing bolder. He noticed again the way the dust crunched
beneath his boots, such that he could almost feel that he was on the beach. A massive, waterless beach.
And he was wearing an oversized full body swim suit. The thought made him grin.
His foot slipped, and he tumbled. But to his horror, what met his outstretched gloves was not the soft
gray dust. What greeted his hands and eyes was a looming blackness, which eagerly reached to embrace
him as he fell. Fright surged through his veins; his hands scrabbled at the rock. Sharp stone grazed the
fabric of his gloves would it tear through? Fuck, he hoped not. He continued to plummet, specks of
rock and dust bouncing off of his faceplate.

At last, his fingers felt a jut in the stone. He held onto it for dear life, feeling a small jolt as his body
ceased its drop. His momentum swung him into the wall, and the face of his helmet scratched against it
with a blood curdling scraping noise. He held his breath for a few seconds and when there was no shrill
hissing noise of air escaping his suit, let it out in what would be the deepest sigh of relief of his life. If he
made it back, he swore hed shake the hand of every man and woman that had designed this thing.
But he wasnt out of danger yet, he knew. Careful, so as not to make too much motion, he brushed
the front of his suit with his free hand; he had to find his flashlight, so he could at least do a cursory
inspection of his surroundings. Unclipping it, he clicked it on and swept it around him. Drawing up the
resolve to point it down, his stomach fluttered. He prayed this trip wouldnt end with him being
swallowed in a bottomless ravine. Yet had the situation been less dire, he would have rolled his eyes.
Letting go of the wall, he bent his knees and landed on the ground - that had been a mere three feet
below him.

He was in some kind of narrow crevice. That he knew for certain. The walls were only about ten feet
apart, and their black faces rose high above him. Craning his neck, he glimpsed the dim light of the sun
touching the very top of the wall in front of him. Good God, thats got to be at least forty five meters, he
thought.
How am I going to get back up there? he wondered. To his surprise, moisture started to well up in his
eyes. No. No, no no no. he repeated to himself. He blinked rapidly, forcing the tears away. Now was not
the time for hopelessness. He would get back up.

Sweeping the flashlight back down, he could not spot its light for a moment. Confused, he jiggled it. It
had to be functioning, as he saw the light flicker on the wall to the left and right but in the middle
black. Intrigued, he took a tentative step forward. And another. No rock met him. Turning his head, he
pointed the light behind him, shining a bright circle on the stone. Looking back in front of him, the light
disappeared no - there it was. Dim, but the way it angled
Theres a turn, he realized. Curiosity nudged him into leaning forward, trying to peer deeper in. It
would likely not be prudent to go exploring unknown holes on the walls He bit the inside of his cheek,
glancing at his oxygen levels. He had enough for one more hour. His radio clicked and static burst over
the speaker, causing him to jump.

Harrington, are you there? Come in, Harrington, spoke an even voice.
Im here, he replied, thankful to hear his partner again.
A burst of static, then, Status?
Thats going to be an inconclusive, Goodman, Harrington said. There was a pause. His radio
clicked again.
Care to elaborate on that, Jim? Goodman said.
Harrington hesitated, looking back up at the entrance to the treacherous ravine. How could he best
explain this? He pressed the transmit button. Well, Goodman, Ive fallen and I cant get up.
Letting go, he made up his mind. He would continue ahead through the passageway. He would give it
just two minutes, then come back immediately. There was no reply from his partner for a good ten
seconds. He could already see Goodman in his minds eye, calculating and processing like the machine
that man was. He smirked to himself. Goodman hadnt altogether appreciated the term of endearment
from the others, but he took it in thin lipped stride. His radio clicked again, finally.
Location? Goodman asked.

Dont rightly know, bud. Can I get back to you on that? Harrington responded, quelling a slight
tremor in his voice. Turning sideways, he started to edge himself through. Despite the opening being
fairly wide, the walls quickly became constricted. Now, inching along, they were barely four feet apart.
Where the ceiling had previously been about ten feet above him, it was now hardly more than one.
How much longer does this go? He wondered if it went anywhere at all.

Minutes passed slowly; eternities packed into deceptively minute spans, progress painstakingly
arduous. He kept his flashlight pointed forward, even though the only thing that met his sight was more
tunnel. There was no radio traffic from Goodman. Either the rock was blocking the signal, or he could
only hope the man was working on an extraction plan. Curiosity drove him on, but he had no intention
of making this a one way trip. The rock occasionally scratched against his visor, each time making him
stop and listen for leakage. Each time he hoped desperately it wasnt going to puncture through.
The passage switched sharply to the left, continuing for a few feet more. He wiggled through, the
stone scratching against the fabric of his suit. Squeezing through the last foot or so, he finally popped
out, landing on his posterior with a grunt. Standing up, he dusted himself off, doing a quick check to
make sure his suit had not been ripped in the fall. What he beheld next as he lifted his eyes to examine
his surroundings, caused them to go wide.

A vast, vaulted chamber greeted him. Its ceiling arched high overhead into a dome, the top hidden in
darkness. He stepped forward, caution constricting his stomach into knots.
Whatin the world? he thought. The floor was remarkably smooth, as if it had been carved by some
enormous machine. But what was even stranger, were the lights. Spheres embedded into the rock. They
stretched around the entire room, forming a massive ring about thirty feet up. They gave off a soft
turquoise light in small circles around them. His eyes followed them along the length of the wall, coming
to rest upon the large formation at the opposite end of the chamber. There, they were arranged into a
symmetrical pattern that resembled a flower? It was huge, and curved with the surface of the wall as it
rose. It was that which provided the majority of light to this room, he figured.

He took the sight in with awe. His breath began to quicken only to stop, as his eyes traced the
mysterious symbol to its base, where... he squinted his eyes. There was something there, backlit by the
same dim turquoise light. A primal part of him in the back of his mind screamed at him to leave. This
was dangerous. He didnt know what this place was, but it was dangerous. He stood stock still for a
moment, feeling tingling in his legs that urged him to turn and run.
Run, his body cried.

He pushed it down, and took a tentative step forward. Then another. And another. As the gap
between himself and the enigmatic display before him shrunk, he expected at any moment for
something to happen. What might come from this eerie place he did not know; and did he want to? His
mind began to race with thoughts of beasts and specters leaping out of the darkness to attack him. Hell,
it would only have been crazier than the situation already was by a small margin.
As he neared the wall and its adornments, his eyes discerned that what he had thought was one large
object, was in fact many objects. His step quickened, burning curiosity overpowering his caution. Getting
closer, the things became clearer. Roughly eight of them; cylinders, stretching several feet higher than
he. They curved at the top, slipping out of the rock to the floor like growths. It became apparent that
they were not lit from behind they emanated their own glow. And upon further inspection, he
discovered why. Inside of thesepods, there were people.

* * *

Jimmy leapt back with a shout, stumbling over his boots and falling to the ground. Adrenaline surged
through him, and his mind raced. His eyes were wide with fright, alarm, confusion. He dragged himself
away from those things, on his hands and feet. The stone floor was pure ice to the touch. His breathing
was fast he realized he was starting to hyperventilate. He had to calm himself. Calm his breathing. He
shut his eyes tight, and counted methodically to ten. Opened his eyes. They were still there.

Oh my God. Oh my G- he started to think. His frantic train of thought was interrupted by a burst of
static. He jumped and shouted, his heart leaping into his throat. A voice came through, almost
unintelligible through thick static.
Harrington. Harrington, come in. Status request. Come in, Harrington.
Jimmy recognized Goodmans stern voice. Sweet Christ, what timing. Closing his eyes again and
taking a deep breath, he thumbed the transmit switch, stammering out the words. Harrington here.
Statusgood God, I dont know. Therestheres something down here, Goodman. Theres something
His thumb slipped off of the button, unable to complete his sentence.

Noise burst over his speaker again; Goodmans voice drifted through. The static fluctuated in
strength, making it difficult to determine what he said.
what...on was all that he caught.
Please reiterate, Goodman, Jimmy said. I repeat, please reiterate.
Silence. The radio clicked but nothing came through. Not even static. It clicked again; the end of
Goodmans attempt at contact.
Jim pressed his transmit button. Goodman, can you copy? I repeat, can you copy? he said. A click as
he let go of the button, and thensilence. Ear throbbing, deafening silence.

2

YEAR 2123
HALTSZEY LABORATORY CENTER


It was a massive room. Dark, and cold. The metal walls that spanned every side were quite plain, the
ceiling invisible from the ground. Their uncaring facades seemed to make the air feel even colder. A
metal and glass room protruded out of the fore wall. It resembled a large balcony, except it was entirely
wrapped in one way glass that slanted inward. Metal steps led down from its side to the floor.
A voice rang through the cavernous space.

How do you feel?
Feminine and of a velvet timbre, it belonged to Doctor Maria Santos, who sat in the glass terrace.
A large spotlight in the center of the ceiling projected a bright circle of illumination onto the floor. A
figure shifted in that light.
I feel fine, for now. No alien poison seeping in just yet, it said.
The intercom clicked, and a chuckle emanated through the speakers. Thats good David, but seriously.
Is anythingdifferent at all? Maria asked, curiosity creeping into her voice.
David, the aforementioned figure, was silent for some moments. He looked down at his body. Clenched
and unclenched his hands. Ran them, curious, along his arms.
Its a little disappointing. I certainly dont feel like I could lift a car, or withstand bullets. I feel
perfectly normal, to be frank. Except He paused.

Except? Maria prodded.
My vision. Itswell, I dont seem to be blind but the visual light spectrum doesnt appear to be the
mode of sight at all. Everything looks black. Instead I see outlines of things. White outlines. I feel like
Im seeing in sonar, for lack of a better description.
Maria twirled her pencil in her fingers, biting the inside of her cheek. She scratched some notes into
her writing pad, then pressed the transmit button on the console in front of her; Stand by.
She leaned back in her chair, the quiet creaking filling the otherwise silent room. It wasnt the most
amazing study in terms of technology. It might even be considered Spartan, but it made do. Lockers
occupied an unimposing amount of space on the wall to the right, names at the top of each. The desk
where she sat stood just in front of the large glass panes, affording anybody working there a view of the
immense space below. There were computers, and consoles with various buttons and switches
accompanying each. She still had no idea what most of them did.

To the curiosity of most, she kept the study lights off whenever she was alone. They said it was a little
creepy to be sitting in the dark by ones self. That made her smirk, but she didnt care. She found it
soothing. The sterile white lights always felt like they pushed down on her mind; a pressure that was
lifted in the dark. It was vacant and inviting, allowing her thoughts to expand and fill the space around
her. So the only illumination came from the multiple computer monitors. That, and the soft turquoise
light that emanated off of them.
She swung her chair around, facing the back of the room. There, they lined the entire wall.
Capsules. Tubes. Pods. Tin cans. The few people that knew about them had a few nicknames for them.
The casualness of those names belied their objects alien nature. Maybe that was deliberate. One of the
ways people distanced themselves from them. Though of coursestrange as the cases were on their
own, their contents were far more interesting - or frightening, depending on your perspective.

Suits.
Or so they were called. The official name for their concept, design, and presumed purpose was
Warframe. How it was intended they would be used for combat was beyond her. Beyond anyone, at
this point. She just knew that they unnerved her. And fascinated her at the same time. So when she had
first learned there were scientists needed to begin study of thesethings, she had investigated every
possible means of getting into the program. She sighed. And here she was. Conducting some trivial
secondary test.

The suits material had already been investigated by another team. From what they had been able to
determine without taking samples, they suggested that for all intents and purposes the fabric was
some type of synthetic material. What that material had originally come from... hell if anyone knew. It
had taken some time for the suits to leave quarantine, as well. Officials had been reluctant to take them
out until they were completely certain there would be no biological risk. Lord forbid some alien
civilization set a trap such that humanitys own curiosity would doom them. She sighed again, and put
her chin in her hand. Tapped her cheek, thoughtful.

The sound of the study door opening startled her; she jumped, a hand smacking into her coffee
thermos. Rescuing it from its peril, she looked up to find David standing in the doorway.
Everything alright? he asked.
Adjusting her glasses, she nodded, realizing she must have lost herself in thought again. Yes, thank
you. Im sorry, I zoned way out. Ready to start the tests?
He returned her nod, and exited back through the door and down the metal stairway to the floor below
without another word. Her eyes remained on the door. When it clicked shut, she exhaled - and
shuddered. As many times as she looked at those suits, she could never grow used to the fact they had
no observable face.

The testing itself was far less glamorous than she had anticipated. A timed track run, weight lifting
with gradual increases in weight, and an obstacle course were just a few of the items on the checklist on
her clipboard. They all passed in routine. Boredom was just an unfortunate side effect she would have to
deal with. At the end of the day, Maria tossed her glasses onto the table, and laid her head in her arms
on the cool metal. The room was far too chilly to take a nap in, but she felt almost mentally exhausted
enough to do just that. It was the kind of exhaustion she could feel in her bones, that made her just
want to curl up until it was time to go home again.

Opening her eyes, she adjusted her head and spied David between the monitors through the glass
partition. He was standing idly by, running his fingers over the horn on the front of themask? She
wondered if she could call it even that, considering how there did not appear to be any separate
components to the full body suit. Its exact specifications still eluded her.
She found herself biting her lip. What was it? Other than the bizarre way the optical system worked -
despite the lack of any apparent opening or mechanism in terms of function, it appeared to be nothing
more than a costume. Her eyes closed and she laid her head down again. It had been a long day. After a
moment, she reached for her glasses and pressed the intercom button. Stand by please. Swiveling in
her chair, her eye caught a sideways glimpse of the pods standing in the back of the room. Turning to
face them, she gazed at each one in turn.

Standing, she slipped her hands into the pockets of her lab coat - she had insisted on getting to wear
one and made her way over to one in particular. It sat in a harness, arms lifted a few inches oneach
side. There had been multiple suits recovered from Luna, each with a unique look. While she had yet to
gain enlightenment into the nature of the suits, she had to admire their design. A couple of them were
quite elaborate, but she preferred the one she stood in front of now. It was simple. Light green, with a
slate gray chest plate that looked like it had the texture of thick leather. A single protuberance arched
from its forehead to the back of its neck. She glanced behind her. David would still be waiting for her in
the large room beneath. She looked back at the pod. It wasnt locked
Biting her lip again, and making a small prayer no one decided to walk in, she unlatched the door. It
opened slowly upward, with a quiet hiss. She let her fingers drop from the handle, and breathed in the
scent that reached her. She couldnt recognize what it was, but a picture of a dusty valley on the moon
fluttered briefly through her mind. Im smelling moon dust. She smirked to herself. Her fingers slipped
around the material, and lifted the suit off of its supports. She stepped back, lifting it to the light to see it
better. It was extraordinarily light, she noted. Running it between her fingers, it felt as if it had been
woven from silk.

Ouch! she yelped, a hand darting back. She inspected a tingling finger; it had felt like shed received
a strong static shock. Looking back, her eyes narrowed. The hand still holding the suit looked strange.
The color was draining, and it was turninggray? Shouting, she dropped the suit no, it stuck to her skin
she waved her hand around frantically.
What the hell?! she cried. She glimpsed the dragging suit it appeared to be getting smaller as the
gray color seeped down the length of her arm. Screaming, she stumbled back, tripping on the leg of a
chair. There was the sound of scraping metal, a sickening thud, and she saw no more.

3

YEAR 2122
LUNA


Whoa, easy there! Careful! Latching the radio to his suit, the foreman gesticulated wildly or, as
wildly as he felt comfortable doing in his bulky gear. The low gravity of Luna was something he was still
getting accustomed to, and a few tumbles had taught him that caution was the safe bet. Dropping his
arms slowly he put his hands on his waist, and gazed at the surrounding landscape. Dusty gray on all
sides, with sweeping rises and dips. Large machinery was gathered around the opening of a transport
ship nearby, with another personnel ship separate from his own next to it. The blue and green marble of
Earth hung, picturesque, above the scene. Both it and Luna faced Sol, the bright disc casting shadows
behind the hills and small rocks. He couldnt help but smile privately.

The US had scrambled to develop and put into motion this technology. The eyes of the people that
ran the Treasury had probably popped when looking over the budget for this mission. Getting here
before Xinde Yitian or Mir got wind of whatever was in this chalky marble had likely been the main
reason it had been pushed ahead as quickly as it had, even. Yet despite that
At the beginning of this mission, he had felt excitement. He would be one of the first people to lay
eyes on something nobody else in the world had seen. The number of conspiracy theories would
undoubtedly explode in a night if news of this was released. He had even had to sign a non-disclosure
agreement before being allowed to join. Now, he felt a measure of anxiety. The more he thought about
seeing the objects up close, the more his nerves quivered; a tingling in his skin that would not leave.
Shaking his head, his focus returned to the current objective of positioning the crane by the infamous
crevice and ducked when the arm of the machine passed a foot over his head, responding with mild
curses over the radio.

The positioning of the machinery took the rest of the 24 hour period. At the start of a second, Ward
was lowered into the gap. He pushed down creeping feelings of panic as he watched the surface stretch
away. His fingers slipped around the metal cord he was strapped to and gripped it tight, finding some
security in its thickness. A small amount of time passed as he found and explored the cavern though
explored was a more polite word for awestruck staring. Near the end of the functional day, the pods
sat, only slightly worse for wear, in the cargo hold of the squat ship they were to take back to Earth; the
same he and his partner had arrived in.

On final inspection, Ward found nothing to be amiss, and pressed the switch for thick, cushioned for
comfort metal bars to close on the pods. He knew he would be holding his breath the whole ride home.
Whatever was in these pods was sure to bring new knowledge to the scientific community indeed, the
whole world, one way or another. The loss of these things would be catastrophic. He stepped closer to
one of them. The glass formed a semi-circle, framed from the back by gleaming metal. He cupped his
hands around his eyes and peered into it. Contrary to what hed heard, they were pitch black inside, and
the contents were hidden from view. He felt a pang of jealousy for Harrington. At least he had gotten to
see what was inside. He leaned back, and rapped his knuckles on the glass. It felt quite thick.
After the airlock and subsequent shower in the decontamination room he had always said it just felt
like he was being sprayed with air freshener he undid the latch on his helmet and it came loose with a
satisfying click. Stepping into the cockpit, hundreds of buttons and knobs surrounded him, and a few
lights blinked on and off at random intervals. His partner was doing pre-takeoff checks while Ward
closed and latched the cockpit door and sat down; had there been a view of a tarmac in the cockpit
window instead of the gray and black panorama, he would have passed as a 747 pilot doing a routine
checklist before a five thirty to Dallas.

So what now? Ward asked.
Not looking up, Charles drawled a response. Well John, well be the first to head off, as you know.
Assuming nothing goes awry, and we all explode on the way back, well ease into a temporary
orbitwait for the right momentjettison the load. Thatll be the cans, he jerked a thumb back in the
direction of the cargo hold and us. Hopefully we land right where we want, and he dashed off a
check mark with some flair we come back as heroes.
Ward grinned, closing his eyes as he relaxed into his seat. Not an easy thing to do in the bulky
ensemble. The glory isnt important to me, man. What I meant was what do you think is going to
happen when we bring them back? This could change a ton of things for us. And I dont just mean you
and I- he gestured in a sweeping motion at the distant sphere, two hundred and thirty nine thousand
miles away. Im talking about the human race. Whatever this is its bound to bring change, for better
or worse. I mean He glanced over at Charles, who didnt appear to be listening.
His eyes were riveted on Earth, straight ahead.
Hey, whats wrong?
No answer. Hey
Shhh!

Nonplussed, Ward opened his mouth to retort. But the look on his partners face stopped him. His
gray eyes were wide in fright, and his jaw was clenched so tight the muscles bulged. His fingers clutched
the clipboard, white knuckled, the paper crumpling at the edges.
Two minutes passed. It felt like an eternity, with Charles staring ahead unwaveringly, and John staring
at Charles. At last the man opened his mouth again. The words came one at a time, in a deep voice Ward
did not recognize.
They know.
Another moment of silence. It weighed down on the ears, the crisp air suddenly heavy.
What?
They know, the voice repeated.
What are you talking about?
John flinched as Charles snarled at him, eyes flashing. ARENT YOU LISTENING? THEY KNOW. To his
horror, Charles voice had grown even deeper, into a roar, with a faint voice in the background that
sounded like a woman shrieking.

Growing more alarmed by the second, eyes darting to the door of the cockpit - it was metal, and
would take some effort to open - then back to his partner, John stared at the man before him. His face
was contorted now in an expression of intense anger, and terror? His eyes moved rapidly, staring past
him, as if watching for something in the distance.
As he watched, the mans face began to relax. Eventually, he looked back down at the checklist in his
lap. Picked it up, and resumed reading. For a long time, Ward was unsure what to say to break the
uncomfortable silence. Charles caught sight of him in the corner of his eye and did a double take, giving
him a look. His eyebrow raised. Something the matter? You okay?
John sputtered. Am I alright? What about you? What was that?
Both of Charles eyebrows were raised now. What was what? The confusion and was that
concern? in his voice unsettled Ward. He gazed at the man for a moment more, then sat back into his
seat. He realized he had been leaning away from his partner in his chair, every muscle tense. They
relaxed a minute amount now.

No. No, Im good. Sorry, he muttered. He could feel the mans eyes on him. He picked up his own
checklist, and pretended to immerse himself in the text. None of the words made it through; would he
be able to fight if Charles attacked?
At last his partners sharp gray eyes turned away, and they resumed getting ready to leave. Ward
threw intermittent glances Charles way, watching to see if the episode would repeat, or if any signs of it
having happened would emerge. None did.

The rest of the flight passed without further incident. The macabre events of before drifted into the
back of Wards mind as he let himself try to shake them and concentrate on the flight back to Earth.
It was still a long way back, and the maneuvering would take all of his focus. The rest of the machinery
would be retrieved at a later date; right now their priority was to get the pods back to a facility for
study.
Much later, after all the congratulations ceremonies were finished, and hands were shaken and
champagne corks popped, Ward would return to the surreal moment he had experienced in the cockpit.
It would keep him up many a night.

4

YEAR 2123
HALTSZEY LABORATORY CENTER


Maria awoke to a gentle shaking on her shoulder. Her eyes opened with some effort they felt heavy
as lead - and she looked around. The room was dark. Her head pounded and she winced, eyes shutting
again tight. There was something hard against her back. Cold The floor. Was she lying on the floor? A
voice said her name quietly, then with more force. tos. Doctor Santos. Can you hear me? Are you
alright? The hands holding her shook her again.

She blinked a few more times. The black remained. Primal panic struck, and she began to shriek,
thrashing in the grip of whatever held her. I cant see! Oh God, I cant fucking see! Im blind!
Her flailing fist connected with something soft, and there was a pained grunt. The voice shouted her
name again, and she was startled out of her hysteria. Maria! Its okay. Its okay. Im going to need you
to calm down, alright? Youre in the lab, Im here. Its okay. That was Davids voice.
Her head swiveled, looking for him. Its not fucking alright, she snapped. Why the hell cant I see-
Her voice caught in her throat, and she breathed in sharply. What?

At last, David managed to coax her to her feet, rubbing his cheek. Allow me to elaborate, he said.
He backed away a step just in case. You arent blind. I had the exact same reaction at first- he
hesitated. Though with a measure less screaming.
She stared at him. Or, what she perceived as him.
Right. Sorry. But tell me what you see.
She took a moment to search her mind. Her voice scraped as she tried to find the words. Itslike
you described earlier. Everything is black. But with white outlines around everything. Likelike objects
rendering in a simulation, but at the very bare bones.
He nodded. Like three dimensional sonar-

Not quite sonar, she interrupted, steady fascination overcoming her apprehension, aided by Davids
calm tone. She looked around the entire room, trying to take in every detail. Theres no pinging like
with sonar. But the outlines shake, like ripples in water. I wonder why that is?
Her hands reached to touch her face. Her fingertips felt a circular indent, and traced a curved rod that
extended from her forehead, arching to the back of her neck. Her memory returned bit by bit. This had
to be the suit shed been looking at earlier. There were swells and ridges along her arms, and she felt a
plate put pressure on her chest when she breathed in. It was thicker than the rest of the surrounding
material, and felt like tough leather.

Doctor David said. His tone had changed. I neglected to mention something earlier.
Curiosity piqued, she looked at him. Yes?
His head was turned, facing the glass pane that overlooked the vast room below. There were still
walls and ropes erected in various positions around the room. While I was going through that obstacle
course he hesitated. There was a point where Id reached to climb something, and I felt a a shock.
Like static, but stronger. It wasnt necessarily painful, either more like a slight sting, and then a sense
of my nerves vibrating.
She nodded to herself, a memory returning of the same happening when she had touched the fabric
of her suit before.

He was silent for a moment. Do you remember when I initially had trouble climbing over the wall
obstacle? he asked.
She nodded again.
Well, I thought I was hallucinating or something but, it felt like my hand was sticking to the wood.
Like a magnet. I was able to pull it off easily, and when I put my hand back on it, nothing happened. I
figured that Id imagined it.
Well, now at least theres a faint possibility of having a real life Spider Man now, she joked. It was a
stupid attempt at humor. Stupid. This was getting serious. At least, as serious as you might expect alien
super-suits from Luna to be, for Christs sake. Her hand reflexively moved to brush her hair behind her
ear; a nervous habit. She started when she realized it wasnt there. Of course not. Why would it be?

Maria
Alerted by a crack in Davids voice, she looked back up at him. Yes?
Call me crazyplease say Im crazy, but I think that Warframe might have been a prudent term for
these suits.
She immediately caught what he meant. You think these arebattle suits? she asked with a skittish
laugh.
He nodded without a word, and the smile faded from her face.

The heavy silence that followed was almost tangible. The only sound was that of the computers
ticking away, minding their own business, ignorant of the fear that started to well up in her throat. She
could taste it in her mouth. Or was that bile? It was hot, and bitter, and she felt the urge to vomit. Was
she overreacting? Surely she was. All they had to go on was a single anecdote. Hardly a result of
replicated studies. There was no other evidence that these suits were meant to be anything but novel
costumes

She caught movement in the corner of her eye, and turned to see the glass window. In it were two
figures, black with hazy rippling white outlines. One taller than the other, and a little wider. Another,
shorter than the second, and slim. As she raised her hand, the slim figure on the left raised its hand too.
She shuddered.
David, if what you think is truewhat would it mean?
He didnt answer at first. I dont know, Maria. I dont know, and part of me doesnt even want to
know. Do you know the one quote by who was it Arthur Clarke?
Lowering her hand, she turned to look at him. The outline of his face quivered. The words trickled
back to her. Two possibilities exist. That we are alone in this universe, and that we are not. Both are
equally terrifying.
He nodded. I think we may have found which of the two possibilities is more likely, he said, voice
quavering.

Another silence. How many had there been, since she had woken from her collapse? They typically
werent this uncomfortable. This full of dread. Her life had been spent constantly busy. From the
university, where she had spent several years studying the sciences in order to get her dream job as a
researcher. Lifetimes spent in dark rooms, sitting at a desk filled with papers, the only illumination
provided by a table lamp. Where the only peace from the mental exhaustion was found in the dark
confines of a book, when her eyes were closed and face against the pages, falling asleep after having
studied through another morning. The slow days in the lab had helped her find that peace again. That
silence. Hours lost in thought or a screen, scrolling through abstracts. Silence that escaped her mind
now, as thoughts raced - wonder and horror simultaneously flooding her veins with ice.

And then the screaming started. But it did not emanate from her lips. It exploded in her ears, echoing
from the deep recesses of her mind. She gasped in pain and collapsed on the floor, curling up and
clutching her head. Shrieks. Such unnatural shrieks. She was unable to tell if it was a man or woman it
sounded like a composite of both. They continued for only a few seconds, before mercifully quieting, the
sound receding far away. But as they did, on the back of her tightly closed eyelids, a vision began to
form.

A blinding white light filled her sight. Gradually, it grew smaller. No- it wasnt getting smaller, it was
drawing away. As it moved farther, she could see that the light several lights - were attached to a
massive shape at one end. Billions of much smaller lights surrounded the shape as it drifted. As the
vision expanded, more of the shape came into a view. It was ugly and bulbously misshapen; it resembled
some gargantuan, grotesque insect. Rods extended from it in seemingly random places; antennae? Part
of her realized that the bright light that had blinded her before resembledengines. Engines, on a
massive ship. And the lights surrounding it were billions of unblinking stars.

The vision flared with another bright light, fading to reveal the visage of a hideous, wrinkled face. One
of its eyes was replaced by a metal ring, with what looked like a camera lens in its center. The other eye
was narrowed, peering at something. The face was attached to an even more unsightly body, itself
covered in bulbous, dark brown metal segments.

The figure was standing on an elevated dais, hands gripping the railing. A dim light provided murky
orange illumination. As she watched, the face contorted into an expression she interpreted as shock. Its
mouth opened and it started shouting. The sounds that came out were not words she recognized as any
language. Sharp and guttural, they evoked immediate reactions from the other figures in the small
space, seated in a circle around the dais. Their heads were faced away. What she could see of them,
they wore the same attire as the first figure but instead of brown, the metal on their bodies was gray
green. The places at which they sat resembled terminals. She recognized the glimmer of screens. And as
she watched, an image appeared on every screen. It was black, dotted with white specks. And in the
center, a distant spherical object. Only one side was illuminated - streaked with white and blue - the
other half in the dark.

The vision vanished in an instant, and the feeling of the cold floor against her returned. Her body sank
against it. Her breath came in quick, ragged gasps, and she instinctively acknowledged that she was
hyperventilating. Had to calm her breathing. Calm her breathing. She sucked in a large gulp of air, and
her body shivered. The sensation of drowning was trickling away, and a voice was echoing in her ears for
the second time that day.

Davids familiar voice coalesced into words, sharp and alarmed. Maria, what happened? You started
screaming again are you okay? Only a slightly ludicrous question.
Still she couldnt answer; her lungs begged for air.
After a moment, she jerked her head in a nod, forcing out the words between convulsions. Yes. Yes,
Im alright- I think. Im okay, she said, more to herself than to David. She took a moment to gather
herself or, attempt to and crawled to a wall, pulling herself into a sitting position with her back
against it. Her muscles continued to shiver violently, despite the room being only lukewarm.
David David, I saw something, she gasped, her hand seeking out his arm for security. He was knelt
beside her.

He had been watching the shivers in her legs calm, but his head turned to look her in the eye now
or the approximation of where her eyes would be. What did you see? His voice was surprisingly
steady. She found some confidence in that.
II dont know. It was strange. It- She fell silent mid-sentence. The shivers ceased. Her breathing
stopped. Where she had been facing the opposite wall, she turned her face to look at him.
David.
What is it?
They know.
What?
David David, Im scared, she said, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. Her hand tightened on
Davids arm.
What are you talking about? What did you see, Maria?
Maria only shook her head with a choked sob and drew her legs into her chest, wrapping her arms
about them and clutching them tightly to her, as if she would never let go. As David watched in fearful
bewilderment, she began to rock back and forth. Quietly crying nothing but, They know.
Over and over again.

5

YEAR 2123
FORT KEYES CLINIC


Hmm? Oh, welcome back there, sleepy head, a voice said.
A bright light penetrated through the haze, and Maria lifted a hand to shield her face. Hello?
Where where am I? she asked. Sitting up made her stomach turn, and her mouth watered. She closed
her eyes again, letting the nausea settle. Once she felt she wouldnt throw up anymore, she tried to get
a fix on her surroundings. The walls were light blue, with a window door on her right opening up to a
small balcony. She could see from the darkness that it was late. A warm breeze drifted through, bringing
with it the thick scent of honeysuckle overlapped with the faint, sterile smell of cleaning fluids. There
were beeping machines around the bed she sat in, and a portly woman with a kindly face and brown
hair in a ponytail stood next to her; her blue scrubs gave her away as a nurse. She was monitoring one of
the screens to her left.

Am I in the hospital? Maria asked.
Well lookatchew, the woman said, smiling at her. Not a minute up and that minds already
workin. Yes dear, youre in the hospital. Your colleague brought you in here a few days ago, all in a
worry! Said youd collapsed. She had a sweet tinge of a southern accent in her voice, that Maria
couldnt help but find comforting. Still
Ive been here for days? Jesus she said, rubbing her eyes. Her long black hair probably looked a
fuzzy mess.

Well sit tight hun, Doctor Miller will be right with you. Can I getcha anything? Water, orange juice?
She leaned down with a conspiratorial smile. Maybe I could sneak you a chocolate bar?
Maria smiled at her but shook her head and immediately stopped when her stomach churned
again. No, Im good. But thank you. I appreciate it maam.
Oh you just call me Laura, dear. And dont mention it. Ill go get the doctor for you.
Stretching as the nurse left, Maria let out a satisfied groan as her muscles tingled to life. It felt good to
move again. Laura said shed been lying here for days? With some alarm, it hit her that she wasnt in the
suit anymore. Not entirely a bad thing Warframe was a classified project after all, and it wouldnt have
been good form to run around campus in those things anyway but where was it, then? She needed to
get back to the lab.

Moving up against the pillows at her back, she felt something tug at her chest, under the gown. For
the first time, she noticed the long tubes coming out of her. They were connected to a couple of the
machines on the left side of the bed. From her small amount of reading into clinical nursing, she guessed
the one in her chest was a saline IV, to keep her hydrated. The tube in her arm was clear of fluid for the
moment; maybe a feeding tube or something? On second thought, she doubted it. Those typically went
into the stomach or she shuddered. Down the nose. The one coming out between her legs she guessed
to be A grimace of revulsion passed across her face. It had to be a catheter. She almost felt lucky that
she hadnt woken up in time to endure the indignation of changing the bag. She didnt even want to
think about how the other kind
Ugh, she muttered, cringing and pushing the thought away.

Her throat felt dry when she swallowed. Now that she thought about it, she wished she had asked for
a glass of water; her stomach felt tight with hunger, too. Looking around again, she couldnt see a water
fountain. She was about to press the button for the nurse, when the lock on the door to her room
clicked, and a man in turquoise scrubs stepped through. He was joined by someone else.
Ah, good morning Miss Santos! Finally decided to rejoin the world of the living, hm? he said, picking
up the clipboard at the foot of her bed.

Indeed, she replied, glancing at the woman behind him. She most certainly did not have a kind face
like Laura had. Her very haircut short, graying, and clipped down at her ears spoke severe; though
the frown on her wrinkled mouth didnt help. Even her posture was formal, standing straight with her
hands behind her back. She was looking at all the instruments around the bed, as if inspecting them.
They didnt appear to be passing.

Well Im doctor Miller nice to meet you. I dont imagine you should have to stay here much longer
now, fortunately, he said, skimming the pages on the clipboard. Just need to ask some basic questions,
make sure youre feeling well. Any pain?
No, thankfully, Maria said.
Mmkaynausea?
She shook her head regretting it immediately. Actually, a little.
Anything else feel out of the ordinary?
Not to my knowledge.
His pen scratched away.

Any other questions? Maria asked after a pause, hoping she didnt sound impatient.
Nnno he muttered, finishing up on the clipboard. At this point weve just been ah
maintaining, waiting for you to wake up. And here you are! he said. Finished, he looked at her with a
smile.
Well I greatly appreciate it. And I hate to be rude- Is there anything else you need from me? Could I
leave today, by any chance? Maria asked.
Ah- well, well need to keep you here for just another night make sure nothing else happens, which
nothing should. Had his voice caught, there? In the meantime, this would be where I introduce doctor
Gardner, he said, turning to the woman, who stepped up beside him. She looked like she hadnt even
moved an inch until now. She didnt speak, and her frown seemed to grow almost imperceptibly deeper.
Shes the clinic psychologist, and just has a few questions for you, Miller said.
Questions? Maria asked.
Ah- yes. The man seemed to stammer a lot. Cursory stuff; its part of the facility routine when it
comes to pre-departure.

The woman gave Miller a curt thank you. It seemed like a dismissal, as he nodded and walked out of
the room with a quick step . Gardner watched the door click shut, then turned to look at her. The
womans eyes were a sharp blue, and seemed to see straight through her.
Silence was not a space Maria altogether wanted to share with the stern woman standing at the foot
of her bed, studying her over thin rimmed glasses. She looked for all the world like a strict grandmother.
She probably gave toothbrushes to children for Halloween.
Allow me to get straight to the point, Miss Santos, she finally said. Her voice creaked a little, making
her sound even older than she looked. I understand you collapsed after a mildly severe mental
trauma?
Who told you that? Maria asked. She didnt want to go into those details any more than she had to.
That is of no present concern. Can you elaborate on what events led up to it?
Unfortunately I am not at liberty to disclose that information, maam.
Is that so?
It is, maam.

Another silence; a pause after the first clash of swords between duelists. The faint sound of a car
alarm in some far away parking lot drifted through the open window.
I also understand you have not been completely quiet, during your stay here at the clinic. One of
the nurses reported you were muttering things under your breath, during fits of restlessness. Something
along the lines of, they know. Do you experience hallucinations, Miss Santos?
I do not, maam, she said, ice racing through her veins. Damn.

Doctor Gardner waited. Maria knew she was silently pressuring her to say more. An uncomfortable
few seconds passed between the two, each staring at the other.
The woman sighed, and took off her glasses they were attached to a string around her neck, on
which she now allowed them to hang freely. Miss Santos-
Doctor Santos, maam.
Doctor Santos, Gardner continued, I do not want this to be difficult any more than you do.
The door is over there, maam. With respect.

Gardner smiled. Inexplicably, Maria found it to be even more threatening than her scowl. The way
she cocked her head, lips curved up in a sweet smile, giving a glimpse of cigarette stained teeth she
repressed a shudder, and clamped her lips together. They had only just met, but Maria did not want to
show any sign of weakness in front of her. She had a feeling that would prove costly.
Right. Well, Doctor Santos, I should be on my way. I have no further questions for you. I will let
doctor Miller know to properly help you accommodate for your trip.
Trip? What trip?
To inpatient care, Im afraid.
Excuse me? On what authority?
Why on my own, my dear girl, she said. She walked to one of the machines to the left of the bed
there was a waft of what smelled like cigarettes and lifted her glasses to peer through them at the
screen. You see, she crooned in a mournful tone, Im afraid youve failed to pass a simple
psychological exam. One of her skeletal fingers pressed a button on the device. We cant let you be
released just yet not until youve been well taken care of in your recovery from thisdreadful mental
illness of yours

It dawned on Maria that this woman was deadly serious, and her stomach dropped. Feeling panic,
she flung the sheets away and jumped out of the bed, intending to make for the door. Her foot caught
on the catheter coming out of her leg, jerking it free and causing her to trip. She fell to the floor in a
heap with a cry of pain, the tube dripping its contents. She barely gave it a thought; she could be
disgusted later. She had to escape. Get away from this vulture of a woman.
Help! she cried. Would anyone even hear me? Laura? She hoped desperately that anyone was in
earshot.
Please dont make this messy, Miss Santos. The janitors only get paid so much, Gardner said. Her
voice was coldly steady now, an iron in it that belied her frail frame.

Marias head was pounding, and she felt weak. Her muscles protested her every move. Her breathing
was becoming ragged. Her leg stung from where the tape and catheter needle had been ripped out. She
felt a cold sensation seep on her cheek the tube in her arm had also come free. Where it had been
empty before, a clear fluid was ebbing from it onto the floor next to her. An anesthetic? Numbing
agent? Her mind felt sluggish; she couldnt think straight anymore. Have to get away. Have to escape.
Why are you doing this? she snarled through gritted teeth, fingers clawing at the floor to pull
herself forward. Her hair was splayed around her, and the revolting mix of fluids was beginning to seep
into it. She heard heels clicking against the tile, and watched them make their way around the bed. They
stopped in front of her.

Gardner was silent, gazing down at her through those thin spectacles. After a moment, she turned,
and Maria watched her feet make their way to the door. She heard the knob turn and the door open,
Gardners footsteps echoing down the hall.
The door creaked closed with a click as, helpless, Marias vision went dark.

* * *

What is this Gardner, a man said, tone hushed. I cant-
Youll do this, Doctor, Gardner said, whether you like it or not.
Shes my patient, Gardner, the man said, his voice raising. Its not right, let alone legal-
Quiet, you imbecile, the woman hissed. This comes from far above you you will. Obey.
Marias eyes opened, a crack of light broaching the dark. Through her eyelashes she was barely able
to make out two figures standing at the foot of the bed she lay on. Their forms were heavily blurred,
faces indiscernible. She tried to look around, but an agonizing throb in her head forced her to close her
eyes again in pain. Was this the same bed as before? A dry part of her in the back of her mind sparked;
was this whole getting knocked out thing going to become a trend in her career? The whispered
conversation was still going, but she couldnt make out any more words.

It ended abruptly, Gardner snapping something that made the man Doctor Miller? go quiet. There
was the sound of heels clicking on tile, receding away. When it sounded like they had turned a corner,
the man muttered something to himself. He sounded angry. She heard him walk around to the head of
her bed, then a small bump as he put his hands on the rail. A moment of silence passed between them.
Nobody else seemed to be present; every other light down the hallway was off.
She felt him lean down over the head of the bed, the metal of the rail creaking. Im sorry, he
whispered into her ear, breath brushing her hair. Please forgive me.
Why does he sound so sad? What is there to forgive? she thought, through the haze of her stupor.
The bed started to shake underneath her. Wheels rattled on the floor. A pattern of light followed by
dark intermittently brightened the back of her eyelids.

Where am I going? she wondered, before fading back into unconsciousness.
Interlude

YEAR 2122
LOCATION UNKNOWN


It was a small room, that lacked artificial illumination. Circular, with a hexagonally segmented glass
dome in place of a roof. Starlight from Cernarus Prime streamed through. It shone on Alads weathered
face, his hands clasped behind his back. This had come to be his favorite spot on the ship, over the long
time-cycles of travel. From here, he could almost pretend there wasnt a crew at all. That he was alone
in space. A solitary point, drifting through the endless expanses, only ever stumbling on a star or planet
once in a millennia. Nothing but him and dusty, colorful nebulae, stretching millions of miles across.
Surrounding him like some celestial cradle. Where he could find peace.

The screen on the pedestal to his right flashed. Alas. He pressed the translucent notification with a
gloved finger, causing it to populate with a short message in orange neon script. He read it quickly and
pressed the confirmation, gaze shifting back to the view. The circular platform behind him lowered,
silent.

When it raised again, someone was standing on it. He turned grudgingly to face and acknowledge it.
Its attire was simple; identical to his, though the color was a dull grey instead of yellow. The style of
their clothing itself was not elegant; a vertically striped single-piece of a simple polymer material, with
bulky white gloves and boots. Between its shoulders rested a rectangular, white case that conformed to
slot snugly over the chest. It was meant for practicality, and even his own was modest, despite his
position.

The thing had no name. None of them did. Another cog in the machine, among thousands. It was
easier to separate himself from them when it stared at him with that oscillating, glowing green slit on
the front of the case; its operative face. It did not speak aloud, instead relaying its message to the
screen. An image resolved on it of a small, spherical object, embedded in the coal black among the
numerous white specks around it. Only one side of it was illuminated; from what he could make out, it
was streaked with white and blue, with flecks of brown. A new world to harvest? There werent very
many of those these days.

A message appeared on the screen next to the image. Scanning it, Alads eyes widened, and he
looked to the figure standing before him for confirmation. It did not say anything, and he shook his
head, remembering how ridiculous it was to expect normal communication from them. Looking back to
the screen, he struggled to reconcile what he read with what he felt. They had found the capsules so
soon? Actually, they must have found them some time ago this message would have taken some time
to propagate all the way to his ship, out in the middle of nowhere.

But the text was undeniable. The beacon had been activated. The pods were discovered. Orders were
coming to reclaim them. And no doubt the Grineer knew as well. The filthy, inbred scum would likely
already be making their own way to the planet. They had to assume they were, for the time being. In the
meantime, he nodded absently to the drone and waved it away, dismissing it. It made no gesture of
reciprocation, simply activating the platform to descend again.

Alad turned back to the view of distant Cernarus, blinking his eyes in the brightness. The interaction
had been typical of his dealings with the things on this ship. In a way, he realized he was alone in space.
Autonomous. Requiring no direction. The crew of drones kept to themselves in their menial work,
otherwise ignorant or uncaring of their surroundings. Ignorant, unless given direction, that anything or
anyone else existed. A ghost crew. In a way, he was alone.

But he wouldnt be, soon. The ship thrummed to life from its drift, arduously turning its enormous
bulk to face the space between the stars. The light from Cernarus slid off of his face. The pods were
discovered. And the Corpus were coming to Earth.







6

YEAR 2123
AN APARTMENT IN COLORADO


The door opened, steam roiling out onto the ceiling. Ian stepped out, head buried in the towel he was
drying his hair with. His muscles still ached from the workout an hour ago, but less so than before. A nice
hot shower was always good for that, hed learned. Deciding to put on a pot of water for tea, he made
his way into the kitchen.

He had to hold the kettle by the base while it filled with water. The handle was nearly broken out of
its place by now he would have to fix that some time. After setting it on the stove and turning on the
heat, he walked the span of the one room apartment to his computer. Waking it from sleep, the same
Writers Pen document from earlier that morning titled, New Story? greeted him. The cursor was
still blinking away, alone on the page.

He sat down in the chair, revolving to face the screen, and leaned back with his hands in his lap.
Staring at the page never yielded any inspiration, he knew, and his eyes were already wandering not
that the walls were any more fruitful. He knew every little line in it by now, too. Could see where the
people who had painted it had started, and where the brush had stopped. If he looked in the right place,
he could even tell where they had repainted over a small hole where a screw had been

The vibrating of his phone startled him out of a daydream. He picked it up, glancing at the screen. Not
a number he recognized.
Hello? he said, putting it to his ear.
Good morning! said a boisterous voice. Ian flinched, moving the phone away from his ear for a
moment.
Ah good morning may I ask whos speaking?
By all means this is Jack Bryson. Is this Ian Drake?
Yes, speaking.
I have a proposal for you, Mr. Drake.
Oh- Im sorry, Im not interested in any products right now-
Oh, no, no no no! My apologies where are my manners? Allow me to fully introduce myself. This is
Jack Bryson, DO over here at the NESC. National Experimental Science Center - bit of a mouthful, I know.
Were under the Department of Science and Technology, if that helps lend some credibility.

Ian blinked, unsure how to respond. What reason would theNESC? have to call him? Nice to meet
you, he said. May I ask what you need?
Well like I said, I have a proposal for you. More like a job offer.
A job offer?
Yes I understand youre recently separated from the military?
Ahb- yeah, unemployed for now. Im looking around though-
Well look no more! Bryson interrupted. Though of course the choice is still yours to make.

Ian wasnt sure whether he was amused or annoyed by the way this Bryson spoke. He felt curious
though. He minimized the Pen doc and pulled up the browser to search for the place. He did need to
find work. Well may I ask what the job is?
I would prefer to speak in person, but the job title is that of Experimental Physical Affairs Specialist.
ExperimentalPhysicalAffairsSpecialist, you said? Ian asked, typing it into the search bar.
If youre trying to look it up, it wont bring much in the way of a description new position and all.
But again, we can speak in person if youre interested.

The man was right the only results that displayed were completely unrelated. He deleted that, then
searched for the name of the organization. That did get a hit. He clicked the link, and a primitive looking
web page populated the screen.
Youre in Colorado too? Ian asked.
That we are! The weather isnt always great in our particular location, but the view is nice at least.
Indeed Ian mumbled, perusing the homepage. It was an hour drive...

There was a lull in the conversation; Bryson was probably waiting for a response.
Ahwell, Mister Drake, shall I await your call?
Oh- yeah, actuallyI mean, Im not doing anything today Is the address on here correct?
Wonderful! My schedules fairly free for once, so I should be able to meet with you myself but no,
the address there is just to the visitors center. Its nearby, but not the place you want. Let me give you
the one to the front gate. Just tell them I sent for you, theyll give you some paperwork, yada yada

* * *

As Ian pulled up to the gate, an exquisitely bored looking guard stepped out of the small building next
to it.
ID? he asked, between chews of his gum.
Ah- well, I dont have an ID will this do? Ian said, passing the guard the piece of paper. It was a
temporary pass he had been emailed to print out. The secretary had said it should cover the visit, but
Ian could not help but feel some trepidation. The guards raised eyebrows werent helping. Ian caught a
glance of a pistol grip on his side.
Stand by, the man said. He turned around and stepped back into the small structure. Ian took the
opportunity to peek out from his windshield at his surroundings.

A fence with loops of barbed wire on the top extended from either side of the gate, stretching on
until he couldnt make it out from the foliage anymore. Tall oak trees stood on either side of the road,
which he could see led a short ways past the gate to a sizable building. The road made a small
roundabout, in the center of which was a grassy patch with a large sign that had the letters, NESC in
shiny gold chrome. Well, the place looked legitimate at least. Another road branched off from the circle,
continuing up the hill and to the right. Sunshine streamed through the leaves as they waved in a breeze,
making for a shifting mosaic of green and yellow. It was actually quite picturesque, he mused.

A clipboard being thrust through his window made him jump.
I just need you to fill this out, sir, the guard said. Jotting down his answers, he gave the clipboard
back. The guard handed him a small piece of paper back and stepped away. Nodding his thanks as the
gate opened, Ian drove the short distance to the parking lot. Once parked, he looked down at the piece
of paper he had received. It was a sticker with an NESC seal at the top, and under it printed in bold black
letters: Visitor. He peeled it and stuck it on his chest, rubbing it in to make sure it stuck.

Opening the car door and stepping out, he inhaled deeply of the clean air. Tall trees surrounded the
small clearing, arching into a green canopy. The sound of the wind in the branches and chirping birds
helped ease his anxiety. Maybe this wouldnt be so bad - it was a nice location.
The building itself was paneled in black glass, and there was a blast of cold air as the AC poured over
him coming in the door. The receptionist received him warmly, and he asked her where he would be
meeting with Jack Bryson. She tapped away at the computer. Apparently finding what she needed, she
scratched out some directions onto a piece of paper.
I confess I used to get lost here a few times myself; the numbering is so weird, she said, handing
him the sticky note with a smile.

While climbing the stairs, Ian noticed his stomach fluttering. He hadnt pictured doing this, so soon.
New environment, new people. Bryson himself had sounded friendly but now he thought about it, he
didnt actually know very much about this place at all. Telemarketers sounded friendly. And why had he
called him, anyway? He had no scientific background. Suspicion joined the anxiety, and he reminded
himself to stay on his guard.

Both the hallway and door were nondescript, the only thing on the latter being a handle and keypad.
Ian lifted his hand and, after some hesitation, knocked.
Who is it? called a familiar voice.
Ian Drake? he said.
Ah, Mister Drake! Come in, please.

What greeted him as he stepped through was an equally plain room. The walls were the same light
beige as the hallway, with a long table stretching from one end to the other; it looked like the room was
typically reserved for conferences. A window stretched horizontally along the length of the outward
facing wall, affording a spectacular view of the parking lot. Finishing his scan of the place, his eyes came
to rest on the man on the other side of the table - the only other person in the room. He was faced away
from him, looking out of the window with his hands clasped behind his back in a position resembling
parade rest.

He turned to face him now. An odd look flickered across his face, to be quickly again by a good
natured smile. Good morning, Mister Drake! Im Jack Bryson - I hope you didnt have too much trouble
getting here? Sleep well? he asked, extending his hand over the table.
Ian, please. And pleased to meet you sir, he said, returning Brysons handshake.
And the same to you. Now, I imagine you must be wondering who I really am, why I called, is this a
pyramid scheme he said with a chuckle. And I apologize for the cloak and dagger enigma. But Ill get
right to the point, as I value and Im certain you value your time. Bryson stood straight, hair in a
neat yet stylish cut. The black suit he wore was crisp, and the man exuded a professional bearing. Ian
had to admit he cut an impressive figure. Prior service, maybe?

I appreciate it sir. And I would be lying if I said I werent curious.
I can imagine, Bryson said, nodding. He took the opportunity to sit down at the table, and when he
looked up at Ian his face became serious startlingly quickly. Now, Mister Drake, this is just one
relatively small installation compared to the rest of the NESC, but it is arguably - the most important
one. I cannot go into the full details here, but are you familiar with the concept of exo-suits?
Ian nodded, pulling out a seat as well. Isnt the DRA still trying to make one that could be utilized
downrange?
Indeed they are. Fine tuning at this point, actually. But now, imagine something more. Much
more.
He cocked his head, eyebrows furrowing. Is there already a functional exo-suit?

Brysons smile grew again. It was less jovial this time, and more knowing. How was your time in
New Afghanistan, Mister Drake?
His eyebrow twitched. Uneventful, sir, he said, tone clipped. Why do you ask?
Because I have seen your record, Drake. I understand your stay in the sandbox was more than
uneventful, by quite a fair measure. I have read that you served admirably for your capacity. Three lives
saved, sustaining a bullet wound in the process. How is it, if I may ask?
Better, Ian said, through pursed lips. Thank you for asking.
Im glad. Now imagine this. Picture, while you were in the NA, that you had a suit. And not just one
of these simple, clunky looking things were still trying to figure out how to mass produce, Bryson said
with a dismissive wave. Something that, had you had it, you would have been able to save those people
without receiving more than a scratch. Maybe even eliminate the enemy as well.

Ian felt a twinge of indignation. He had preferred to keep the experience in the past, and here this
man was, digging it up like some sort of grave robber. Mister Bryson, with respect, I would appreciate if
you did not use my background as leverage, he said, trying to keep his voice level to avoid sounding
hostile.
Thankfully, the man did not press further. He immediately lifted his hands in a conciliatory gesture.
My apologies. I understand how personal these things can be. I only want you to help you understand
what were trying to do here.
And what is that, sir, if I may ask?
Bryson visibly hesitated, eyes looking away for a moment. Like I said, I cannot go into the full details
here. But were trying to reach that point, to where we can use what we have in the field, if we can.
Well, I have to confess that my scientific background is mostly limited to reading Anatomy and
Physiology for Dummies, unless its body testers you need sir.

Correct. Its not your science knowledge were looking for no offense intended of course.
None taken.
Mister Drake, Bryson said, leaning forward to put his elbows on the table between them. His fingers
laced together in front of him. His voice was lowered when he spoke again. What we have, is an
opportunity. We have reason to believe what we have has applications. Combat applications, as I
mentioned. The possibility isadmittedly slim, but it is one we want to explore. It would be
momentous, if we succeeded. Ian could hear the thinly veiled excitement in Brysons voice.

This all sounds extremely intriguing sir, and I wouldactually love to be part of it. But I need to
know. Why me? What do I have more to offer than anyone else?
A fair question. Brysons eyes looked away again, before returning to gaze directly into his. I have
reason to believe you - yes, among some others - are one of our best options. I should hope you would
prove me correct.
I would hate to do otherwise.
Good to hear. One last question do you retain your security clearance?
I should, yes sir.

Bryson nodded. Then his face broke out into a large grin. Wonderful! he exclaimed, putting his
hands on the table and standing. Welcome to the team, Mister Drake!
Ian stood as well it felt appropriate. Well sir Ill need some time to think about this-
Oh by all means, by all means, Bryson said. His animation and volume - seemed to have returned
in full force; he spoke and gestured with an energy that belied his gray flecked hair. Now that he looked,
Ian noticed Brysons face was somewhat wrinkled and pocked as well. No doubt the man had had an
interesting history himself. And, if its the commute youre worried about, we have housing here on the
installation. Yet another perk of working on the forefront of progress!
Ian couldnt help but smile. Roger sir. Ill be sure to give you a call soon, he said, extending his hand.
Bryson shook it, grip firm. Good, good. I look forward to hearing from you.

* * *

Closing the door to the apartment, he made his way to the bathroom. The meeting hadnt been long,
but the drive had, and he had had far too much water when working out that morning.
When finished and washing his hands, he caught his own eye in the mirror. There were small bags
under them. Had those been there when he was meeting with Bryson? That would have explained the
remark when theyd first met; he dismissed it as just a passing question of greeting. He supposed he had
stayed up late the night before.

Inspirations as finicky as I remember, he thought, a long yawn escaping him as he left the bathroom.
Picking his way over to his desk at the opposite wall, he nearly slipped on a beer bottle. He felt a pang
of shame as he stepped over it; the apartment was still a mess, despite his numerous resolutions to
clean it. And when he sat and woke his computer, the Writers Pen document greeted him again. There
was enough white on the page to fill the dark room with a dim illumination. The cursor was still there,
blinking away.

For a few moments, Ian stared at the screen. Then, slowly, something started to well up in his chest -
like a rope was constricting around him. His face twisted and his eyes stung.
Wheres my phone? he thought, hands searching through the clutter on the small black glass desk.
Remembering it was still in his pocket, he pulled it out and dialed.

Hello? came Brysons voice.
Ill do it, sir.
Mister Drake?
Yessir.
Ah, wonderful! Im glad to hear it. When is convenient for you to start?
Any time.
Excellent. Its Friday so almost everyones left for the day by now come on in on Monday, and well
set you up.
Thank you very much sir, I look forward to it.
I must say, Bryson said, sounding like he had stopped just before hanging up. That was quick! You
certainly know what you want. See you Monday, Mister Drake.
The phone beeped, signaling the end of the call. Ian put the phone on the desk clearing a small
space for it first and leant back into the chair.
Right, he thought.
7

YEAR 2123
FORT KEYES, COLORADO


The length of in-processing was a necessary evil, Ian figured. Nobody typically enjoyed the time spent
building a paper profile no one conventionally sane, at least. Particularly when it lasted a months
time. A month of sitting in rooms that all looked the same, waiting for people that all looked the same to
fill out papers that all looked the same. It wasnt dreary. He didnt allow himself to complain about it.
But still.

Well, he thought. His muscles strained and shook to complete one last rep. Specks of salty sweat
exploded from the top of his lip as he heaved, taking air in deep breaths and blowing it out in meditative
timing. At least the gym here is nice enough to help me occupy some time.
Though, nice enough was something of an understatement.

The place was enormous, and brightly lit. At least 200 square feet of weights, contraptions, and hot,
perspiration filled air. Some of the machines he had recognized as one workout or another. Some others
left him wondering if the people who had stocked the place had some strange fascination with creating
clean, modern replicas of medieval torture devices. Mirrors lined every wall, providing a further
panorama of the surroundings.

Finally, he leaned back into the seat with a pained grunt. He let his eyes close, chest heaving. The
leather was drenched from his exertion, and he was already looking forward to showering. He could
only imagine how bad the place was when it was full; one more reason he preferred to come during the
hours it was empty.
Whats going to happen when in-processing is done, though? he wondered.

Part of him wasnt sure if he regretted his eagerness in taking this on or not. He hadnt met the
standard requisite of time spent overthinking things to feel completely comfortable that he had pored
over every avenue.
Then again, maybe its a blessing, he mused while his breathing and heartbeat slowed. I thought
myself ready to leave the military, yet

He still had trouble reconciling with himself that not long after the excitement of leaving an
overwhelming sense of panic had come over him. What would he have done had this chance not come
along? He chuckled darkly - sore muscles protesting even that - when he realized that the fluttering
feeling in the pit of his stomach wasnt anxiety about starting in a new environment but relief. He felt
an enormous comfort being back in some semblance of stability; knowing what was going to happen.
Even though, if he were honest with himself, he didnt know what was going to happen in this place. But
it was a whole lot better than nothing at all.
Stinging sweat dripped into the corner of his eye, and for the third time that day he wished hed had
the foresight to buy a sweatband.

* * *
Towel draped around his neck and backpack slung over a shoulder, his sneakers crunched in the
gravel of the path. The sound of a passing car reached him through the oak trees; the road was just over
the hill on the right and out of sight. Part of him wished hed driven instead of walked to the gym, and
he drug a hand across his sweating forehead. The humidity was a change from California, where the
temperature had usually bordered on chilly. Rather like what air conditioning would have felt like.
Now, now he thought to himself, smiling.














Look at me, he hummed. Im a scientist. The thought made him laugh aloud.

The door swished against the carpeted floor as it shut, and a heavenly blast of cold air blew across his
hot brow. The thick humidity outside had got him sweating again, though the walk from the gym to the
dormitory building had been relatively short. Walking down the hallway, he stopped by the small open
lounge room in the middle. Complete with a couch, two chairs, a table with magazines on it and
television, it looked as standard a setup as the white paint on the wall. It was likely just a courtesy, as he
didnt believe many of the people working here actually made the dormitories their residence. Apart
from him. He had passed a few sleepy looking people in civilian clothes before, carrying what appeared
to be white lab coats over their arms. He had even seen a few Navy and Air Force lower enlisted in
uniform. Although, if there were officers here too, they were likely in the more aesthetically pleasing
brick houses down the road.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he dropped his backpack on a chair by a window. Procuring a
water canteen, he undid the cap and took a sip. Then a larger swallow. There were heavily forested
slopes visible through the window near him; a sea of different shades of green and yellow. It reminded
him of the couple of years he had spent studying in Monterey.

The weather there had been somewhat chilly, but there were consistently clear skies at least. His stay
there had been one of the few times he remembered truly enjoying photography. He smiled, abashed,
when he thought of when his father had taken him hiking in Yosemite. His younger self hadnt
approached trudging up the steep climbs with much more than begrudging reluctance. And now he was
twenty two much more wizened and worldly than his sixteen year old counterpart. He rather wished
he could do that hike over.
A small hand tapping on his shoulder jolted him out of the reverie. Turning around, he was
confronted by a petite figure. She had short black hair and pale blue eyes, with pale skin to match. The
toothy smile she wore made her look even more pixieish. She must have just come from a run, he
figured, as she was wearing jogging clothes. An open phone lay in her right hand.

You alright? Youve been standing there for quite a while, buddy, she said.
Oh- I didnt realize. I was just kind of phased out, Ian said with a sheepish grin. Just getting lost in
the tangles of nostalgic reminiscence.
Her eyebrows raised, lips forming into a smirk. A poet, huh? And what would a literary mastermind
be doing in a place like this?
He stepped back to lean against the window sill, and took another swig of water before replying. I
appreciate the compliment? And its a long, complicated story. Well I say that, but thats only to
make it sound more mysterious than it is.
So youre saying I should call the campus police to alert them to a disarmingly well groomed
hobo wandering around? I dont have any change on me, before you ask.

He reflexively ran a hand through his short brown hair and grinned wider. I would appreciate if you
didnt, actually. While it would make me less of a liar in saying its complicated, Im not sure if Im
willing to make that sort of sacrifice for the story. And what about you? Do you typically ask this many
questions of a stranger? he asked.
His quip succeeded in getting a giggle out of her. Holding out her empty hand, she smiled. Well then,
allow me to remedy my impoliteness. Names Pauline.
Gently returning her handshake, he smiled back. Ian. Nice to meet you. You may now resume your
interrogation without fear of further discourtesy.

Her eyes arced in a bemoaning look of amusement. She looked down at her phone again, and he
heard it vibrating. A frown crossed her face. Well, there goes that, she said.
Get ditched by someone?
Actually, yes. A friend said she was going to wait for me to come back from my run to go get food,
but she just texted me saying she left already.
A shame. Really shows who your friends are, doesnt it?
Honestly? she said, closing the phone and stuffing it in her pocket. Im a little relieved. Shes been
going through some drama and Im pretty sure she was just going to regale me with the latest exploits of
her ex again and She looked exhausted just mentioning it. She shook her head. But its not my place
to comment on that, is it?

He shrugged, and took another gulp of water. I think it would be fair not to.
She bit her lip, looking thoughtful. Well hey I mean, are you going anywhere right now?
I was about to take a shower and change, he said, but past that Ive no plans, nope.
Welllll... I was going to do the same, and then I was just thinking about going to grab a cup of coffee,
now Ive nothing else to do. Wanna come with? Im trying to make some friends around here better
ones, anyway, she added.
He blinked. Oh- yeah, sure!
She smiled again, nodding. Cool. See you down here in an hour then?
Starting my timernow, he said, pantomiming pressing a button on his watch.
She giggled, and he glimpsed a flash of white. Okay, cool.

* * *

Fourty minutes later, he stood with his back against the lounge wall again. He had changed into a
black polo shirt and jeans, and his head felt cool from the specks of water still in his hair. He was
hunched over slightly to see the screen of his phone, though his thoughts were elsewhere.

Not these clunky looking things were still trying to mass produce Bryson had said, the first day
theyd met.
Thats funny, he thought. Even after a few decades since the first functional robotic augmentations
were created, some people think of them as primitive. He bit the inside of his cheek, pensive. What is it
they have here that makes someone say that?
A shriek made him start, train of thought irrevocably derailing. He looked up to see Pauline standing
in front of him, a hand on her chest, breathing heavily. She looked like shed just seen a ghost.
Youre here early, she said between breaths.
He cocked his head, retort forming in his mind already. Should I be concerned about associating
myself with someone frightened by punctuality? he asked.
She gave him a look. No, just- never mind. Ready to go?

The place she took them to was somewhat dark and musty; the only light came through the large
windows of the storefront. It was the orange color of sunset, and streamed through in patches; the
silhouettes of leaves shifted on the wall. It was enough though, as the hole in the wall shop was quite
small. There were only around ten tables in the whole place tall, with chairs to match. Pauline, having
received her drink first, picked one right by the window and rough brick wall.

Joining her, steaming cup in hand, Ian sat down in the opposite metal chair. He lifted his drink to his
nose. The smell was more aromatic than he had thought coffee could be. Its name on the menu was
something he had not recognized as English so he had decided to try it. He lifted it to his lips now,
carefully taking a test sip.
Fuck! he hissed, quickly covering his mouth and looking around to see if the cashier had heard. She
didnt appear to have, as she was still deeply focused in straightening the cookies on the counter.
Hot? Pauline asked, looking at him over her own cup. She blew the picture of demureness into
it, stirring the black liquid into ripples. Wisps of steam washed over the rim.

He shrugged and shook his head, feigning ignorance that anything had even happened. Sunlight
caught the corner of his eye. He looked out the window, squinting and blinking when the sun made his
eyes reflexively contract. The glass itself wasnt completely flat; it rippled slightly, distorting the light
that came through into fiery lines and halos. Looking back, he caught her looking at him.
Her eyes flitted away, studying the window. So weve been talking for a while now, but I still feel like
all I know is your name. Care to introduce me? she said, glancing back at him.
He shrugged. Not much to know, really. Wannabe writer and musician turned scientist, apparently.
The corner of her mouth curved into a smile. Oh? Writing the great-
American novel? he interrupted with a grin, leaning forward with his elbows on the round glass
table between them. Nope. Ive gotten that question a lot.

She affected mock insult. How uncouth. I was going to ask if you were writing the next great
Canadian novel.
He made a face.
No? she said. Sorry if its any consolation, Im known for being a treasure trove of bad jokes.
Well, if its bad jokes you want, I was thinking of saying something earlier this does seem like the
kind of place for the typical white girl coffee hipster.
Her thin eyebrows raised. She looked away again, taking a sip of coffee. She appeared to be genuinely
offended.
Aaaand shit Im sorry, thats why I didnt say it before, he said, biting his lower lip and making an
apologetic face.
No, I mean...it makes sense, she replied. She was still looking out the window, and didnt sound
completely mollified.
Youre just not a typical white girl? he asked.

She didnt say anything for a moment. Well no, of course not. I mean, do my nails look like theyve
been manicured in the last few weeks? she burst out, looking back at him and thrusting her hand out
for him to see for himself.
He put his hand on the table as well, spreading his fingers like hers. Wow. I can honestly say no, they
do not. In fact, they look downright lower class compared to mine, he said, wiggling them. She laughed,
to his relief.
So, what do you write? she asked.
Writing or music?
Hmmwriting.
Well with writing, I have a couple projects lined up actually some just off the top of my head, some
science fictionand theres this one that I want to do where its likeyou know Enders Game?
She shook her head.

Well, its this really old book that if Im honest I only found because I was bored and just looking
through the library for something to read if you like science fiction I would definitely recommend it.
Basically take some minor elements from that and in my story theres this guy named David who really
wants to be a Captain of a ship- and these ships are like, super modern and sleek looking, which is kind
of an odd thing to say about science fiction which is set in the future but, anyway I mean I dont know,
it looks so clear in my head and I want to bring it out because its so cool- he stopped abruptly mid
gesture. What?

She was looking at him with elements of what looked like confusion and amusement. No, go on Im
not really following, but you looked so excited so I didnt want to interrupt.
He dropped his arms, feeling slightly deflated. Sorry about that. I do feel like I have a tendency
towards obscure rambling sometimes.
Tell you what, she said. Why dont you just finish a chapter or two of it, and send it my way. I can
check it out and give you my impression of it, if youd like?
Well sure, if that would be alright, he replied. I would actually appreciate that a lot.
Its settled then, she nodded, smiling. She lifted her cup to take a sip, using both of her small hands.
Looking back outside, a peaceful look came over her as she regarded the lowering sun through the trees.
Its glow swathed her pale face in orange, punctuating a tiny dimple in her cheek. It grew deeper when
her smile widened. He felt an itch in the back of his mind; something was familiar in the way she sat,
chin resting in her hand. She was quite pretty.

And what about you? he blurted.
Her eyes shifted, gaze focusing back on him. Hmmm?
What are you doing here? Where do you work, I mean, he corrected. Introduce me.
Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. Ive been here for a little while, but its nothing special, so far as work
goes. I cant remember what the title is, but its all long and sounds like something you get a degree
for, - she made quotes in the air in a for-profit university. But Im pretty sure its just something they
made up to make hours spent in a lab seem interesting and action-packed. She made a gesture
resembling jazz hands as if to say, oooo.

Well, you certainly sound satisfied, he teased, cautiously sipping at his coffee. It was still hot, but
not quite so excruciatingly anymore. Sensation was returning to his taste buds, and he recognized the
taste of blueberry and mint.
She shrugged again. Eh. Like I said, nothing special. Pays the bills though.
Hmmm.
The topic didnt seem to be one she was very eager to continue with, and she looked comfortably lost
in thought, so he didnt pry further. The conversation lapsed into silence. Running water splashed
quietly in the background; with no one else in the shop, the girl behind the counter had started washing
a small pile of cups in the sink. His eyes roamed from her to the rest of the place. The small paintings
decorating the brick walls, books sitting small shelves even the webs in the corner of the ceiling leant a
modest charm.

Whats that? he heard Pauline ask.
He swiveled his head, looking for what she might have seen. Whats what?
That, she replied, pointing at his chest. She reached forward, extending slightly over the table, and
poked the necklace laying on the front of his shirt.
He looked down. Oh!
She laughed. Yes, that. What is it? she asked again. And please dont say, a necklace, she added
with a grin.
His mouth shut, then opened again. Am I that easy to read?
Just tell me! she said, laughing again. Its pretty.
The chain was silver, meeting at the bottom with a black tooth. It was attached to the necklace by a
small silver casing, that had the face of a wolf jutting out of the front of it.
Would you be mad if I said its a bit of a long story? he asked.
Oh come on how long could it be? I went to the store and bought this really nice necklace. The
end.
He just smirked at her.

Finally, she sighed. Alright, fine. Can I see it, at least?
Sure, he said. He reached up to undo the clip, then handed it over delicately by the chain.
Her fingers ran over the tooth and wolfs face. Is it real? she asked, squeezing it.
The tooth? Nah. This is America I just bought the thing and gave it sentiment, rather than winning
it from a fight with an actual wolf or something.
She looked up from the tooth, lifting her hands in an amused what the hell look. Youre weird,
she said, handing him the necklace back.
So Ive been told, he replied, cupping his hand for her to drop it in.
So, she said, once he was done hooking the damnably difficult clip, how do you like it?
What, working here? Or the coffee?
She shrugged. Both?
Well the coffee is actually quite nice getting past the traditional bitterness, the blueberry and mint
is pretty delicious. As for working here he hesitated. While I had my reservations, Im sure it wont
be so bad. Not with more trips like this, anyway, he said, smiling and lifting his coffee in a toast.
She clinked her cup with his, smiling back. To serendipity?
To serendipity, he affirmed, and took a sip.
8

YEAR 2123
FORT KEYES, COLORADO


He eased the door to his room shut, yawning. Bags of goodies in hand, he walked through the dark
rooms, rubbing his eyes. His footsteps thumped quietly on the carpet floor. Compared to his previous
apartment, the trip from the door to the bedroom was quite a trek. He passed through the main room,
blinds to the glass patio door drawn, but still showing a glimpse of the night outside. Upon reaching the
bed, he collapsed into the soft comforter. The grocery bag spilled its sundry contents onto the sheets.
Energy drinks. Microwave pizza. Tea, and a short bottle of melatonin supplements. Too tired to put
them in the cupboards, he instead allowed himself to relax in the warm bed.

The computer monitor on the nearby desk was on; it hadnt gone to sleep yet during the trip to the
store. The Writers Pen document from before was still open, proudly displaying its half page of text.
The cursors derisive blinking persisted.
Oh well, he thought. At least theres something. And I can justwork on it some more over the
weekend
He was about to doze off, when his buzzing phone woke him again. Ready to swipe away another
email, he pulled it out of his pocket and opened it up.

From: Jack Bryson, NESC (jkbrsn@nesc.gov)
To: ian.drake@gmail.com

Dear Mr. Drake,

Please report to Building 5992, Room 205, on the following date: 31 August 2123
Good news to follow.
-Bryson
He immediately sat up, the words sinking in through the sleepy haze.
Finally. Thirty firstthats He jumped out of bed to check the calendar on the computer. Next
Monday.